I shouldn't boast about such neglections but it only serves to heighten realizations
I've had the cursed pleasure to see the entire spectrum of my people and all their measure
Though I no longer praise the gallant implications of those surrounded -- my frustrations lay within the foreboding walls barring that of which confounded
There masks may dawn such that same beauty once sought by the kings of man; I shall'nt ignore the rightful claim to their wickedness and debacles that stand behind the fabricated beauty and false beings that, no longer, can sway with ease such and plan.
It seems the beauty remains deep. It may no longer be the rose, but the stems and roots in which they keep.
Though I never play with fate; I will likely pick the rose from the stem and while I admire their beauty, my hands bleeds from their stems of their thorns duty
Alas a shame. A shame of such pain to merit from the masks of the vain. But even as the pain sets it, an epiphany comes .....
Some say the lord works in mysterious ways
I say the lord is vacant, yet rising. That's just the way life is
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