The mighty torrent
The mighty torrent flows across the distance, and I could hear a silent whisper. Something was beckoning me to come, and my adrenaline was on the run. The tempo was fast and my heart was galloping like a wild horse. The torrent was moving with great force towards me, and I used my left foot to force it back into the sea.
The season has changed and so it is anybody’s game; no one knows when the train will arrive although you show up at the platform on time, and if you miss the moment destiny could drag you all over the line.
You live in the thoughts of your mind, hoping that everything will turn out fine. You chase after your dreams that is stuck beyond the sea, hoping that time, will be there waiting for thee, but you heard the cock crow three times and you remember Peter and how he lost his mind when he denied not knowing Christ three times. It is the little stories of old that grant you the courage to be bold, so I want you to work with me on the field to propel me to my hard-earned destiny.
Solemn is the night when the lion and the beast prowl the woods and the echoes thunders beyond the mountain, stirring up cities that lie beyond the sea, and all you can feel is the light shining in your soul when the thunder starts to roll. Screams and shouts echoes from afar and the universe come to a standstill for five seconds and beckon to the heavens will. The mighty torrent is moving towards you so move with before it covers you.
The mighty torrent is you
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