We are interrogated lifeforms in the essence of our beings. As lingering, we pass through lips and make our way to the Divine. We are synergy, in the ways of our soles, and decided in accords. We make our way to the divine, and through peace and whispers. We lacks in luster, and shine in dismay. We learn from the trenches, and the thing that fosters greatness. We form our opinions, and the testaments that rise. We can be ambush and thrine, and wicked in the ways of our souls. We can be to behave, and be as we lick at morsels and quench our thirsts. We divide our whole into parts and parts into little metacosms. We make our way through thicket and bush, until we know our past, and what we can gain. We shift our amplitude to the make-up of our minds, and the spirit of our choosing. We are lost until we know turmoil, and the shine. We know our path until we are lost, and chosen amongst the flowers. We are lost until we know our path, and the deceit in our imaginations. We are glimmers of hope, and truth that sings to the turbines in our minds. We can be fate and a choosing of our accords!

We are in peace when we know our sequel. When we part with what looks like fate all around us, and know what lies within. We are Oneself when we can look ourself in the fate, and See what we know. We can connect with our self and the divine, and run our hair through, the Wind! We find our ways as truth courses in. In a river of fertility and depths, we can know our humility and death. The rest is allure that calms our nerves. The Devil can reach into our soul and bring us closer to the divine, but the Denial of sin is nothing without the recourse to due better. As winter’s shine, the love of the Earth, we can only know our purpose within! We can pursue it, we know it, and bring it home. We are in wishes and wells, and wings that can carry us Forward. To new that remains in our foosteps, we can carry us forward. We are the Lack of needs and the desire in Haven’s Fortress.

We are in oneself, and A vessel to God. We are to be in reconciliation, and again. We are to Accept it, and begin all over again. We are to be our rose, and shine in our Dynasty. We can know That we will be okay. We are to know reassurance in the wisdom that we will be okay. We are to find ourself, and know that we will Be okay. Such is dynasty, and a rose. A flourish, and a hope. A wisdom to depart from, and find again! It is in the chasms of truth that we bend to the light of our choosing. We can dream of prophecies, and be waiting too long! In the celebrations of trust, and longing, we can be lost to our purpose. In due coming and pasts revealed, there are new revels! Beware of burdens though. Because they can come with a tomb. Unity can come undone! And be done again! Awaited, we are utmost in the vast Temple of our Choosing. In the wild, we can survive! Anchor a Truth to another! We can still find our way, and drift. One can leave Destiny behind and still be found! Again. Lost on purpose — all over again. Lost, again, on purpose. Lost, again. Lost again, on purpose. All over again.