Faded Gold
Life is so full of grace.Placed upon my kind the human race.How fruitful are its lessons?
From them comes forth blessings.Digested by our mind but still how can we be blind.When
designed for greatness.We refuse to live life great-fully and meet the highest on the
standard bar.We are who we are. Some the shining star but some dimmer than the shining star.The original meaning to life is beginning to fade.Laid in a tomb and seemed to be forgotten because of corruption, disbelief’s, beliefs,war and defeat.There is many missing pieces from it all so its never complete.
That is why many give up and sit in hopeless seats.Excepting defeat upon an in complete perception on life.
A new era begins little seek virtue many seek sin.We are the home makers of our failure.
Thus we thrust a sword into the true meaning of life and its glorious path.
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