Calculated risk, perpetual history, infatuation fading as the sun climbs across my orbs of light that have now covered time. A disgraced look is given as the heart is drilled into gunpowder. Heed the words of the Kaddish and sound the horn for the edge has finally slipped! Intention and reaction conflict while the elements elect a new member within nature. Pebbles slide towards the water, the shore is touched by a reluctant peace, and the Occident is paying a high price for its knowledge. The entrance to the forbidden fruit is shattered. Shelter has been given to all who seek a mark of individuality. Entangled in a desire to enter night reveals a truth that infects the bones. The fluid of distortion creates a candlelit illusion meant to inspire a blueprint for the mind. Peer into the logic of isolation and know that the exodus lies upon a strange kiss. The dynasty of carnage falls victim to a new sense of silence that leaves a signature related to a rusted mural. Raid the horizon and laugh at the Gods, for who can recall what beauty is projected into a controlled breath. The pulse is a narrative encased in a divided faith that burns through discussed dreams. Ease into the fear of a new day, grasp the unknown, and listen to the gospel of divine poetry designed to cool the blood.
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