State you're mind, yet you're left to be...
Such cold distinctions, a promise there might be.

Souls on diatribes, wings on denigration, surface your beliefs
and your mind
If these forces all about... the triage on the clouds,
the yearning to live beyond what little we can see.
Tune our minds, their terse as thoughts begin, stretch illusions until
the purpose reaches and ends.
Life so impure, yet doubts even reach further...
Senses insecure, yet volition, times effort brings them together.

What doubt made of virtue-
And what endurance decried of the tame,
Leveled plights for the redeemed and
told the snide demons to cower in shame!
I am principle of light... and Heavens await.
Simplicity affirms I shall be avowed
Before times turn inward... before there is languish
and deprivation awaits!