Being
Made in
His image
When we do not obey
We perish
The Death of Deaths
Intangible, but
Most things of that Magnitude are
Drawn to the Light
The Eternal Source
Brings you hand in hand with
Pain
Struggle
And, as a byproduct, depth and growth
But, Alas
Pain is temporary, whilst Victory is
Sempiternal
Non-Temporal
Unimaginable
In a flux with The Flux of Flux
Being
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