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Each Day These Chains
I put upon Myself
For Time Escaped
This Unlocked Prison Cell
Left Empty By All
But For
Loyal Command
meant
To Thee Sweet Dove
I would Be Gone
This Prison
Once a Home
I Hear For Clear Escape
What means Shall I My Path
Now Take
Each Door Long Dead
The Faces Thru Them
Nothing More Than
Thoughts of Stealing
Made in Form
Barricade the Door
Clear Intention.
Perfect Good Your Greatest Ally
Return Full Moon
The Selves,
Only those of Trust
Life Breaths
Their Numbers Virtue
In every Stead
Make One of them to Speak
True Vision
For My Angel
Thought Thats Lives
Wisdom Shall Be Right Choice
Council. Yourself with Love's Balance
Those who are Friends first,
and Advisors Second.
Loyalty their Virtue
Support Their Bespoken Gift.
Be Prepared
Within The Light
We Stand.
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 2:08 AM UTC