Even a warrior can become tame, a state of mind that surrenders, while facing a defensive side. As time passes generations also become like sitting ducks.
Sometimes that luck needs to be searched for, however harsh or dangerous matters seem, it will be there when to find it.
It may not be an open book but it's not a book under lock and key just yet.
A snake in the grass is not who to be concerned for, the one who is riding upon that snake, if to get passed all that hissing.
Their pastimes are not where wanting to be, although a means to get there it will require getting down and dirty. It is others whom will wonder to ask that needs to consider them at their pastime.
In the forest; a martyr where the dead cannot speak and argue on their side. Has an uprising of followers to fight their cause, however. Are entering an old battlefield that has fallen centuries ago. Even if their presence still felt with their armour and weapons laid bare. It is the purpose behind the cruel act that makes retaliation. Be it many years later to idolise that once leader who confronted this army.
In the stones; dreams in thought are not the same as following words of the heart and those thoughts are beaming brightly, clouded visions has following the latter and confuses directions when seeing in the midst for those thoughts, love comes in like a gust of wind and where actions speak louder than words find those thoughts.
St. Matthew Ch.26:V.39 " - And he went a little further, and fell on his face, and prayed, saying, O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless not as I will, but as thou wilt."
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