We are interrogated lifeforms in the essence of our being. As lingering, we pass through lips and make our way to the Divine. We are synergy in the ways of our sins, and decided in accords. We are the Ways of Allure! We lack intensity and wonder, and shine in dismay! We learn from the trenches, and wisdom that brought us here. We form films of testament, and rest in the sentiments of our Times! We are listless, and move on, to new times and new timelines! We search for answers, and then abscond into the abyss! We are fortune and prey, and resources and tides! We are to live in the grey-gold of a river’s bank, and find flow as it folds unto us. We are to believe in ends and lick at morsels as we quench our thirsts! We are Wholes divided into parts and what we can accomplish along the way! We are love, and roses, and the resources of our tines! The rest of haven and burdens of flowers; we are to know oneself, and the garden of king’s allure. We are to know peace, and the silver sliver of tomorrow on future’s edge. We are kind to oneself, and lose ourself along the way! We are to know water’s edge, and the graves of tomorrow on sun’s decadence. We are to know ends, and the rivervalley, and the wile of sin.

We are peace and dangers, and dance at the Light of our sequel. We are that which sets free, and parts of tomorrow that serve justice in our timeline. We are Oneself, and look ourself in the mirror to know of our accords. We are connected to futility and death, and the hairs that run through the Wild! We are to find new ways to be alone! We find ourself formed of sin, and cast ourselves through fire and second chances. We shine in the depravity of our sins, and claim the ashes of our tomorrow. We are in a cave of love. We know our name by the raven that calls to us. We are rest within our allure, and calm that calms our nerves. The Devil can reach into our soul and find us closer to God than we were before. The denial of sin is a also sin, though! Without the will and reprieve to do better. As in winter’s shine, and the love of tomorrows, we can only know better by the pathways that are brought before us! We can know it, and belong to it, and still not of why we are here! Nurture, is thy name. We are in wishing and wells, and Wings to carry us! To be here, alone, and together!

We are to know oneself, and a vessel to God! We are reconciliation and fate, and the witnesses of it! We can accept new fate, rely on it, and find new ways to belong! We can know it, and accept it, and still find ways to be better! We are to rest in the assurances that we will be okay. That is what can lead us home, and bring new ways to flower in our soul. Such is dynasty, and the flower of reckoning. We are safe, and to know allure! To find new ways to flourish. It is the wisdom of hope, and belonging to oneself, we can know haven and rest in our accords. In the chasm of truth and destiny, there will always be new ways to ascend! We can dream of prophecies, and rest in the light at the end of the tunnel. That is longing, and the celebration of success. We can know new ways to live, and be in the testament that will renew our being. In due comings, and pasts revealed, there will be new revels!

‍

‍ ‍