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At first we did not know that being Good would feel so glorious but Being so conditioned we looked For the reward and in doing so Something was lost of the Original impulse so freely Conceived; and the the reward worked against the virtue and the virtue against the reward Both being diminished until the Only thing that was left was the law A weight against freedom that Ever inspires rebellion for when Freedom is lost virtue is dead. For time to exist can only mean That Love can be born again.
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Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
A Whited Sepulchre
At first we did not know that being Good would feel so glorious but Being so conditioned we looked For the reward and in doing so Something was lost of the Original impulse so freely Conceived; and the the reward worked against the virtue and the virtue against the reward Both being diminished until the Only thing that was left was the law A weight against freedom that Ever inspires rebellion for when Freedom is lost virtue is dead. For time to exist can only mean That Love can be born again.
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Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
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