Peace
VII. Peace
In the stillness I rest.
For this as it was in it's perfection flawed.
Resolute in duty held.
Revel in the wonder.
Fleeting is the epoch now hence.
Brief is the chaos of creation.
Form to formless.
© veritatem voluntatem 2015?
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