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Submitted: June 02, 2018

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Submitted: June 02, 2018



It’s easier to gather my thoughts and write them down as a hobby, then talking through this empty shell as a soul within a body. There’s so many distractions that can make one forget, and the cause of this reaction is we all have a gift.

We walk through this life in order to see the big picture the struggle, and the strife as these pieces don’t fit there. I speak to you with kindness and words of concern, there’s an emptiness inside us we quietly yearn.

This raging fire burns to reveal the solution, a delusion we have drawn from this illusive illusion. Controlling the conclusion, convoluted we trade the greater absolution for our fix of the day.

Approach the resolution right in front of our eyes, global institution mass pollution of lies. No one should abide by another’s agenda, we require confirmation. To affirm this dilemma. Racial distinctions, with political motives, false prophet’s out for prophet with ruthless devotions.

Plans are set in motion by this political power, religiously divided to excel the designer. Propaganda provided, but the blinded will follow, limitations are managed while aspirations are hollow.

The sorrows of today can bring hope for tomorrow, what you think, what you do, what you say, what you borrow. We are all on the brink of our own self-destruction, many stop to question why, or how this all happened.

We examine the irrelevant, cross-reference distractions while the truth remains self-evident overlooking connections.

Focus on the now, the who, and the why. Soul, heart, mind, eternal, unify.


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