We are Fostered new strengths, and then begin again! We are Fostered into material and then again! We are Descendent into Matter and then again. We are to be Something Else, and then again and again... We are Blood, and Instincts, and survival and Reprise. We are thresholds to our future, and wisdom to our guests. We are Bliss and Fortune, and a resource of Evening Tides. We are love and Roses, and that which takes from us! We are a Destiny of death, and the Willingness to live. We are Rains that fall in a shower, and a God of virtue. That which is Good — and Good deeds find us where we’re meant to be. We are meant to be one within the folds, and then become Her — a Toil, a Freedom, and then become Of Allure.

Most Measurements are relative! We are kind to kin and watch those wings grow to flames. What a World! We are that Which fosters Growth, and New Comings! We are that which is associated with Fortune, and good things that lurk in the dark! We are designed from safety inside, and then become of the outlandish! We are kind that flows into peoples’ Hearts, and then into the Future again!

We are a Sea that knows no grounds. We are Part of a sea that knows All Things! We are a Turmoil, and the Righteousness of Sin... We are Light, and love. And, to know end, again! The salvation of our choosing, and virtue. We are a Thing with wings that find ourself here! We are to know bargaining, and love, and the King of sorrows. That which is alive, and from a sky above! We are to lose ourself along the way, and then find within! We are the Way, and a way of our stone. We are sin, and Reprieval, and a Sky above! That which is Sanctity, a Heaven, and a Death of Virtue. And A Raven she calls to us, to revel in her stories — and be alone, as we witness defeat. Twisting down roads and rivervalley, we come to be alone, and find ourself along the way. A tomb, a twist, and rivervalley. A stairway that goes onward. A Tome that goes on. A purpose, and a Wandering! A thing that is closed, and a clam to be opened again! Part of movement, and the times of remorse. We are love, and the design of a riot! We come here to be aloud on the road, and then Destiny again! We are a welcomed ceremony, and a commiseration, between Heaven and Death. We are part of a thing that knows no bounds and find ourself here! We are here to be reborn. Alive!

We are a World, and rest in her folds.

We are Masters of craft, and Hearsay that lingers in Portals of our Minds. We are to be, and destined to be! We are monsters at sea and a tingle that lurks in the air! We are to be at Peace with one Another, and then another! We are that which is found when we find what is found, when we find, within! We are worthy of salvation, and second chances. We are here to wander, and to wonder why we are here! We are here to arrive at doorbells, and wonder why they are here! We are here to arrive at doorbells, and wonder if they can even hear? We are that which is loved, and a Silken Crown. We are that which is a thousand hopes, and a sparkle that sits at the top of a Crown. We are the destruction of Spirit, and yet we can rise! We are sprites and daffodils! And Maldives, of our Minds. A spirit, that lingers. We are shapeless. And unbound. We are sterling shoes that track in the wild, and a glimmer of hope that rests in our eyes. We come to see it all. And undone. For in love’s Great Delusion, there is peace and justice. We are Decided in fate, and the garden’s allure, and feel sane nonetheless! We are that which is crystal grown. And a love, of fiction. We are a whirlwind of hopes, and a desert storm! We are swords to be sworn, and cities to follow. We are catalysts to many, and deaths to follow. We are Rulers of kiln’s deserted. Deserts to a crown, and seeds to fallow. It’s as simple as that, and as irony. We can be so aligned, and as One can be! The Spirit, and the Lives of Loving. The world is in Play, and so are we! The dolphin can swim as it plays. And, can you? We are to rescind what we knew, and let it go! We are to be of all things, and belong! We are sunshine, and to know it! We are it, and belong! A Grandeur of life and the lives that live in depths that lie in the forefront of a fissure. Can you see it all undone? Can you see it and belong? Can you think of a Creator that has only one Song?

We are Realms of new Beginnings. We are that which is code and comes to our Side , idle . We are that which is a New Horizon, and jump in! We are that which is a Death and fruition, and a Reconciliation of new Hopes. We are that which matters most to matters that become because of what matters most. We are slow to act, and destined to see! A sorrow to be set-free! Times become because of it, in the end. Good luck! We are Winter’s lome, and God’s choosing. A Winter to be set free! We are God’s storm. And meant to be heard! We are meant to be, and destined to be set-free! In mother’s arms, and truths desired, we can be alive. We are Allowed to live! A Creation, a Cauldron . A storm of lightning! We are love! To become unknown. We are born, to be unknown. Borne because of it. To be unknown, once again. When the transpired transposes its fate and becomes into another realm! When One sword clashes into another, and sings in reverberation. We are set in a sea of reverberation ! Singing in storms, and loves of terrors, the things that we become! A breath of new Awakening. And a decree of new wonders, we are seeing it all now! Witness in her folds , a sweet unification! A seeking that has been sought. A sight to seek, and a being to become . We are of it, and become! We are it. Believe in it, and All Things, for in candles and All things there is a chance to survive!