No matter how many times to keep hitting that brick wall. The cloud above remains to hover, if only pigs can fly.
Don't be flattered. It's the least to want if knowing they preplanned it all. Basically signed that life away before the little birdy could chirp.
Only a keen eye for a thing of beauty will see. The decorative artwork around the frame, and the main portrait depends on who is the fairest to gaze into the mirror.
A cave filled with depth for answers, that tale of curious pasts only last for as long as an echo.
Like a lamb to the slaughter, however are wrapped in golden fleece to glorify the notion. Such a farce pulling wool over their eyes when really a wolf in sheeps clothing. Who is at fault to blame when it takes others to do the dirty work on behalf.
In the forest; within the palm of their hand is this entire life. While the energy focuses solely at the centre of all things. There is a need to tug on that rope to pull towards what is necessary. Still that energy source continues to glow like it's the centre of all attention.
Psalms Ch.74:V.7 " - They have cast fire into thy sanctuary, they have defiled by casting down the dwelling place of thy name to the ground."
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