The void is interchangeable with respect to the balance of reasonable contradictions of presumed cognizance.
Purge the will of the dreams and suffer the stifling freeze of destination’s turmoil,
an ingot of gold, the rock in the shoe, the paralyzation of emptiness of calamity forced by
struggle in retrospective enlightenment. How do the innocents prevail in the cat paw
toying of the interpreted righteous fellows that sleep only to awake the crows on the devil’s backbone,
annihilating the future of the quiet eyes, the ones that might forgive the dreary nightfall,
to let the sun cheat the rain one more time. I am aware of the beauty,
the ox is the burden of the manifestation of men of light domains,
frivolous scurriers to the troth of fortune. The truth is known to
the agile warrior that seeks no redemption, that motive of circumpect alliance to
the thicket of vines on the shadowy path, a predisposed dispostion to ache for the ages,
but revive the weary with optimism. – Sinz