So hence it goes on.
Search yourself fully.
See your emotions
Soundly I say to:

        "Destroy that of evil
        The five great enemies
        Ambition and avarice,
        Pride, anger, and envy.
        It is more difficult
        To do that it seems.
        For you just cannot say:
        'I have none.  It is gone.'
        The beginning is hard,
        and requires patience."

Mind yourself wisely,
Makes yourself well.
Magnetize the good.
Mock not my advice,

        "Peace is rarely denied
        To all the great peaceful
        Search not from the outside,
        But with inside of you
        At this point of your quest,
        Let not war, corrupt you.
        It is the happy, natural,
        State of soul and spirit.
        More patience is needed.
        It's the key content."

Close to be finished
Calm your mind and soul.
Create a good will.
Contain my knowledge:

        "If one is abusive,
        Quit company of them.
        If another cheats you
        Terminate all deals
        Nothing surpasses this,
        Awesome, calm and cool way
        Of confronting the wrongs
        That we meet each day.
        Speak, move as if in prayer.
        In truth, this is a prayer."

Finally, it's done.

In this universe
There are two kinds of people,
Being locked or not.

Emotions built from:
Anger, envy, pride, and greed.
Having a locked heart.

The feelings born from:
Fear, sorrow, and sympathy
Own an unlocked heart.

Then you are able,
If you have, just the right heart,
To begin this quest.

For only those who have the strongest imagination,
Let your mind wander free and ponder
Its task is hard just to imagine,
But does it end?
Or go on forever?
Or is it ending infinity?
Maybe one day, if mankind exists that long,
The light will come to us and tell the truth
Then we can prove whether we're right or wrong
Until then, we can only imagine of this fascination.

There commenced a prevalent time,
    Not knowing many would float above.
A direful action that not one could mime
    Now saying their woes to the ones they love.

A surprise had happened once before
    Causing many to run and cover one-self
Now again surprise is knocking at our door
    History does like to repeat itself.

Hence it began on a clear blue day,
    When souls were happy and bright.
For many to work they go away
    Not knowing disaster had taken flight.

People have working, high in the air
    Unknown, getting ready for what is in store.
They sight coming towards, a dove right there
   Just larger it was, a thousand times more.

It was at this time God lifted his hand
    And we smelled a breeze that didn't take care,
For there was no safety over this land
    Then shock and fear struck those in midair.

In the blink of an eye existed flames and fire
    But in a few minutes it repeated, the history.
The large white dove had hit the first much higher
    Your eyes don't deceive you; the sight's no mystery.

Dost here there is panic, hurry and screams,
    Elsewhere there is peace but not for long.
A dove in sight of five sides, so it seems,
    The mad one that does not right but wrong.

Now all that's left, is the four.
    And the twins have ultimately, yet sorrowfully fell.
For they are no longer visible from shore
    There is a sound coming, the awesome death knell.

Finally seeing that we suffered a great deal,
    God lowered his hand and struck down a dove.
We cry, for despair and loss is what we feel.
    He watched and taught us a lesson from above.

Now there is no longer any urgency
    "This will test our nation's resolve," he said.
'Twas a great day of emergency,
    On the paper next day it was, attack we read.

Deep inside me, yet where I not know,
Is the truest of all, the heaviest sorrow.
    I know not why, I know how,
    A great thing in me, at right now.
Wishing my eyes shut on this dimensionality
With worries of nothing, just in the reality
    When I return, along with my worries
    They'll be lessened, along with my furies.

Truth shall ever be contained in the mind
The decider, debater of life
Collaborating with the body's output
Allowing the face with lies and truth to bind.
But power is described among some
To deceive the ****** risks,
Extirpating all traces of truth to find.

The end is here
And a beginning shall follow.
I hear the lady singing,
So beautifully it might
Bring withheld tears.

I have come from being fresh,
To the ignorance of the next,
Only to meet the challenge
Of my life.

I have survived and preserved.
I have gun what will not end,
And now I leave only to return,
Knowing what I have accomplished,
I shall reinstate myself,
With seniority.