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Age is a timeless prospect. Youth refolds into a thick mold, Heavy and demanding But continuously folding matted knowledge. Forgiveness A steady, strong suit handed out to each player When it's true form is the rarest form Of acceptance. A fighter must be as sharp and as slick as a blade, To be as critical and focused As a bullet leaving the carrier when aimed But not as deadly. There will always be a balance Nature runs on a cycle that all fumble on In the arise of dust left behind; In its presence Becoming lost is about as natural as the cycle itself - An obstacle can be overcome In the way that a challenge lights a fire In pride, All must accept; Smoke clouds are blinding Having the urgency to defend The drive to push harder may as well be lost too. In the midst of a cloud A branch could very well be a snake.
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Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
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Age is a timeless prospect. Youth refolds into a thick mold, Heavy and demanding But continuously folding matted knowledge. Forgiveness A steady, strong suit handed out to each player When it's true form is the rarest form Of acceptance. A fighter must be as sharp and as slick as a blade, To be as critical and focused As a bullet leaving the carrier when aimed But not as deadly. There will always be a balance Nature runs on a cycle that all fumble on In the arise of dust left behind; In its presence Becoming lost is about as natural as the cycle itself - An obstacle can be overcome In the way that a challenge lights a fire In pride, All must accept; Smoke clouds are blinding Having the urgency to defend The drive to push harder may as well be lost too. In the midst of a cloud A branch could very well be a snake.
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Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
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