And so one shall be idolised, dressed in attire made by the finest thread. Be seen for the woven material one has formed for all to admire.
As still as the air to breathe, that pace in life to walk, where the slightest disturbance has for an outside characteristics.
Molten images set hard in stone are as idols like a father to its child, yet a stranger to the prying eye seeking without falsehood.
Those to confide in like a monk to a follower can be also those who holds secrets spoken in faith.
Wanting of them to speak their thoughts can be outward by advancement for their mature mind. As others are on another side of a fence waiting to see when things are greener.
In the forest; it's for those reasons behind betrayal that stir the senses to overcome. Battles in life that try to overwhelm and conquer ones homage. Their entire known life they have walked through put under jeopardy. Where valuables become just rewards to claim and worthless during such strife. The only true reward is to feel alive than trodden on and walked all over.
In the stones; reputation is as knowing precisely what they give in life even before they surrender to give it, balancing that higher than thou throne upon rocks can give either way and by chance is to those who wished for, love listens to their calling like passion whispered in the ear yet still to think before to do it.
Numbers Ch.11:V.21 " - And Moses said, The people, among whom I am, are six hundred thousand footmen; and thou hast said, I will give them flesh, that they may eat a whole month."
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