Fore Thee Wilting of Thee Soul

Thy'est control breathing thus capture must i thee air It sooths thee as thus melodically time goes on... Next thus will be sleeping, & thy subconsious will take over for thy every breath until thee again is awake & thus can taste the air again and as the day goes by will thus sustain thee life As we all head towards the end, lets make every breath count & thy will enraptures the truth that our immortal soul will go on into the light of love prosper & will temperment becomes'eth, glee to those who get to see until their last breath, thee awe comming & destiny fullfilled, all, in due time & thus time must go on with or without you & some must find that when we go alone into that night It will only have been once in a lifetime Instead of twice like some Enlightened... & to those, we know our destiny, we have our identity & whom shall know'eth us better but those Whom gave us our air to breathe Will we all dwell with them in heaven? Will thy soul wilt to'eth what have'eth thy become'eth? Shall thou be given life renewed? What shall become of thee when thou light come At thee end of the tunnel? & so thus will is shed thy purpose drawn forth What must become of us all what is the power of all? Time goes on until thee end & we have until then... Until then to write, to make love, to be inspired, & to inspire others... Thee blanket of wet silk softly carresses like the wind as i sweat & the breeze moves forth, life will go on, & a-stray sometimes we are, yet strive foreward we must through it all & get whatever we can muster, to hold true to our word, & have a luster of strength to your tone, & as we give, we shall recieve, Forevermore...