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1d
Every art is a form
of a prophecy,
foresight of the future
next great event
of skies and to be
celebrated in the time
of man and in man
The time become
since and untill as
in heart overcomes
the world by love
the hatred and truth
the fear a proof to be
the son of the father
one and same and with
also every and all that
accepts him as his to be
Or to be not. You are free.

Must seem as mad
and craze the sure
By which to voice do
The impossible which
By what else than happy
To nest might be and
By measured as building
a bridge for those that
cant see the other bank.
We were born to know
we are and not knowing
what. As the road keeps through where we step
as by every decision of
we become our decision
as decisions we. Art can
not be taught only learned ones deserved and earned
the trust to honor to do what good work named what did
All to come to be just as you
To sound it a definition to
Limit the expressed limited
As we are free by imagination
In will and to serve the lord
Of lords and king of kings
How can you be of help be
To answer in each and all!

And yet so is by being less
and not more as the gold
is boiled to shape a chain
or whatever form of lock
to try to imprison luck to
as evil the lord while the
good like eldorado on the
first grace of light plants as
bread crumbs to rivers to will
of fate of good fated to find.
Once lost needs that need
far less so much more way to find to satisfy what hunger
or thirst as man and not beggar to ask in right if god in land known so the water worthy of hands used to be crossed to prayer and stomach fed on words of still and having nowhere to go walking as
light as the feather in friendly wind get no further in life and close to be what end to begin at death with walk every step be blessed and known dear in heart to what made the rain the lion and sun and time, as generous glorious powerful and endless enemy or friend of hope and merci the truth its justice to art romance in heart the law said poetic for beautiful for honest therefore right.

As our poor prayers heared.
Prettyboyfloyd
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