Ancient rulers now idolised as gods are seemingly continuing their legacy.
The home is a seed to be sown yet it is established as when it flourishes and then the roots bare deep.
Not even all the knowledge can foretell precisely the outcome for what shall only be experienced by hand.
Life is as music, it's not what you hear it's how to hear it. Determined by the sound that plays out it's core that depends on choices.
That golden apple hasn't fallen from the tree yet, still visualising ahead for the heart basing on the rotten apples that have fallen. Where others became ripe for the picking can only continue than where knowing that golden apple won't.
In the forest; outside wanting in but for purposes of the inside being out. While to appear at a glance from where borders keep the outside out. Is that line to break that makes their wishes become. Not for domination nor to conquer, just to send to ruins. Having to do so by crashing down the walls that divides that separation.
In the stones; a question looming over the mind that creates discourage to be where the answer is not, fine details to add now knowing the answer to significantly make the question apt, love sees questions where things have already bloomed and seek further yet for answers to questions not been asked.
Jude Ch.1:V.8 " - Likewise also these filthy dreamers defile the flesh, despise dominion, and speak evil of dignities."
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