Lcd

Part of the denominator, extraordinary matters level off and find the lowest trough. The so-called experts joust with the pretenders, and they are wrestling still. In days of yore the Seer would proclaim the truth, accepted by the old, the youth, whereas for now we do His will. Are we shackled, are we freer, hungrily our mouths to fill? Time will not stand for surety, the prophet's exhortations gone to dust, while totems crumble, metals turn to rust, we try to compromise, a bitter pill for those who crave acerbity and swear our bliss to spill. Were we to strike good earth, avoid all roiling undulation, seek and hold a firm foundation, and ascend the highest hill, then would excellence be realized for what it's worth, and our hopes and dreams we would fulfill.