The Gift
there is a treasure of vast fortune in the likes of which man has searched for millennia
scholars, professors , experts of treasure hunting falter alike
searching in the sea scanning mountians , questing through ancient ruins, and devilish caves ,nary a clue to be found
with maps at there wits , books and scribes from new age and antiquity search, the trail goes dry , such an enigmatic quandary , only questions begetting questions
no evidence nor blind fate it is a mystery in its own , secrets of this great treasure is in the will of the hunt, secrets can say all , thus whispers remain silent
many of stories have been told, in hope to unlock the secrets, passion sweat , and wisdom will be had , it remains hidden
is there such , a treasure to be found ,
this treasure has been found by a great many, and eludes just the as many
the only treasure needed to be found is the immaculate love , divinity and essence of life , believe accecpt cherish , never give up the hunt
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