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Mystic Ink Plus Aug 2018
Topic,
My next project will be
Dissecting ego:
From where it begins
    
Objectives:
To try to explore, where the seeds are
To unveil who showed it
To confirm if it is heritable?
To witness how fast it grows
Is that us who tame ego,
Or does ego tames us?
Does ego dies before the possessor?
    
Method used, 
Tracking the loud voice
Tracking the grandeur side
Dissecting skin deep
Relating all connections
Exploring circumstances
Done exclusive on humans
Saints excluded
  
Discussion: 
Ego never discuss
It stays ahead
  
Conclusion:
We are the one
We tame ego
Absolutely acquired
Understanding is the antidote
    
Disclosure:
None
Genre: Structural Abstract
Theme: Being Human.
Show me that Person
Who don’t have ego

Then,
I can introduce
Why he/she is a saint.
Lilly frost Nov 2015
Everyone wants to create beauty
Too scared and disgusted to show the ugliness of this world
To paint the picture of the true gore and greed
Of the hate that the world is built on
Everyone wants to make something beautiful
Elegant
No one wants to paint with the **** greens and brown of sickness and War that plagues the earth
No one wants to
Yet some do
Some are brave
Speak as they wish
In
Chopped
Lines
If
They
Wish
Not everyone turns a blind eye
To the **** truthful side of life
While still being able to see the beautiful lie
Unlike Moses, we should live…
with unveiled faces, letting
the Light of our Faith shine;
as His Children, we’re getting

favor among men; with clear eyes,
smiles and a bright disposition,
our efforts will be pleasing unto
The Lord, as we honor His position

as King of kings; He divinely rules
and reigns in our lives and hearts.
His holy promises remain steadfast
and His Holy Spirit will never depart

from us; as His human candles, our
unveiled faces pierce the darkness,
wherever our journey takes us; therefore,
let us shine… with His righteousness.
Inspired by:
Exo 2:25; Prov 3:4, 8:35; 2 Cor 3:18

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Jesica Jan 2016
And she did it again!
The medal glowed around her neck,
Her face was lit up like
A hundred candles burning together.

In the corner of the same room.
He smiled,
His sacrifice had been fruitful.
The girl had lived to become a doctor.

Her mind was filled with gratitude,
For the unknown who had saved her life,

He leaves the room,
Hoping that the truth will never be unveiled.
And thus his sacrifice will be hidden from the world.
Love Nov 2014
Hark the night awakens,
The dawn lost,
Darkness cloaks her heart once more,
A breath leaves her,
Her voice chokes her,
She is too cynical,
She’s begun to lose herself,
In a labyrinth she is tossed into,
She knows no escape,
For now, the night calls
With the promise of
*An everlasting darkness.
Written a year ago, forgive the lack of taste.

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