I want to give to my children not a lot of property, lots of wisdom
Not class knowledge alone, life principles
Not  bounty of money, skills of earning
Not a glorious background, meek living of life
Not well of relatives, friends with value
Not mere beauty, hand of progress
Not a bouquet of feelings, a lamp of love

Staring at the darkness to this the blurred future
Thy hope falls fainted with a floss in a break of breathe
It can’t come no further the much it came
Thus no much to save over what exists not

Acapulco of worries in laments of fear
I can’t find thee that I seek nor get far from owning the lost

Show me the switch to brightness
The shadow lights stronger than the stars
The calm in me hangs for treason with bitter explosions of if nots
Stare into me with a tickle of fresh breathe a little sparkle to charge me over the darkness

I know I love it
Though I can’t have it all
It’s yours to hold mine to see
Cling on if you can’t climb over

Can’t feel it or so
But your eyes gave it to me
I sub rent it in my mind with no rights to it
And I dream to per-sue it over walls to trample

I ain’t a victor if I ain’t got this
Neither am I a loser if it fails me
If only it was mutual,
Birds would nurse a horse and I would fly to ride
Walls beneath the touch hearts above the feel

I see how comfortably you sit with the curved body
I wish I could say something to you but rejection buzzes in my ears
The chair is so lucky to hold on to soft back seaters
The way you look makes your enemies blush away for you have toppled my thoughts to side with you alone
I feel entitled to say a word to you for I can’t see such beauty smashed in my face at an away cost.
How could you stand ****! you amaze us the beneficiaries of eye feeders, and here us carelessly chanting with claps.

Hello and hi for tomorrow
I couldn’t say much since I am boiling
Don’t say a thing for I read your lips and you are in for what I am not
Take me back to not meeting you
The feverish drums hold me captive

Go in peace, leave me in my pieces

Shall we go to hide of the front and make love to light in darkness

Shall we crave to drink the water out of beer and turn drunkardness into dancing

Shall we sip of memories in every minute over your top and under your bottom

Shall our bodies rope up to the exclusion of coldness and delight in the merger

Shall sing mamcita my senorita and gamble over winning a lottery in getherness

Shall we puff to the air the smoke of the rich as we turn hustles into glamour

Shall Christmas bells find us with ding **** merrily kids and hence belows

Shall the stars outside darkness over the star inside of you

I was a man before turned to a beast to protect you
The glum turned to blushes soaking my fear for your beauty
They closed temples of worship for your beauty was out shining
Where is my faith for my vulnerability in you
I am built in pieces you as my masterpiece
Never can I be lonely for your love finds me always
You have raised a monster to love you
A lion to watch of you
A man hold to contest for your life
To your before and after I will be

The sun is up and so is she
She has glazed and it has shone
Must she smile to break the curse of the day
Her fairly twinkle eyes drown my understanding
She is the favorite air to breathe
The peace in her flows speaks
No wonder I wonder
The crime to know you is forever love

If it wasn’t for those eyes👀 I could have tasted those lips 👄
for if the nose 👃🏽could smell what your ears 🦻🏽heard the air would wink for a beat🥳
The wonder of if I was the me
I am champion all over you

She is beautiful with no price
Her beauty is worth a daily commission
If I ever run broke it will be the accident of starring over your beauty
The face has drowned many into tears but her heart has left me a bet man to have best bid

Hash her eyes have said all I thought of
her admirers lining behind me as their commander to glory
This battle of winning a forever lottery to wake up to beauty from the most high
I am ready to go blind to see you as the last rainbow in the skies of my eyes

I have an alarm
Rings in my head buzzing louder than a swarm of  bees
I am so hungry, hungry for success
Has anybody seen a door for I need access
I promise I won’t disappoint, I will destroy poverty with my hands
I really hate him, hate him or her
The hate is with passion for if I finish him the next generation will be happy
It will be glad with tidings.

That monster is heartless, it feeds on the less privileged and swindles their opportunities but I will crash him and rather strangle her.
**** you mr POV you are a lavish spender at the expense of the kind and hard work. So now see my fist, how I am going to twist your neck back and forth and you won’t believe when you see me succeed

I am in the rain in the middle of mud sawing my seeds of succeed
This time, not this time I have a roof for your scorching hurdles to but my seedling efforts
I have a canopy of water to rain the sun of your defeat
Yes I am an investor, investing in good friendship and and lending a helping hand
Investing in a selfless life for the next generation, teaching them not to surround themselves with disruptive friends like time wastage, rumors, conflict and bad decisions

And now that I am an investor
My seeds and germinating through my blood, my children fear not raises for it’s a path to winning poverty
They dance even when they are sad for you are a temporary memory POV
You disguise amongst believers and later disappoint them
I have found a pill to success
I kneel before the maker every little time I get and I throw my hands to every passion

See how unfaithful you have been
It’s almost tens in these past two years
If would denounce your friendship you would still have my days numbered

You chose the days longer than the nights as much as the weekends short as a mini-skirt
The year one when your mother was in labour, it must be the pain she had that makes hours rush through the rain.
Seconds keep running away from you only to meet minutes, as 60 minutes battle it’s already an hour most of which we loose and you never grant it back to us
You’re not ashamed that made many days in a month than the months in year 28-31 against just 12 months
January has always been for the streets carry the hustle for 11 months only to meet December every year
Could you make 365 days of light separate from 365 days of night

As we run to sleep the month ends by the time we wake it’s a new month
And so it shines like it never rains and rains like it will never shine
You’re a complete bully as you steal our beloved years, you mark them from birth and watch them  til death
You walk with them all their lives and never signal them about the end of their days

You must have divorced your partner, for so much pain you bring when you close up peoples dates without a single notification
Do you some times take bribes, to bless more days to the less fortunate and the society torturer’s than the those at heart and kind souls

Oh calendar, rewind my watch to the beautiful memories, erase bad touches of fear and stigma
I have seconds to read but minutes to write and the writ to last longer than my memories in the 10th generation
Rewind, my calendar 1991 has seconds unmemorized, unwritten
Let me paint my future on you calendar for my dreams to become legacies to the future
Note me with pleasure

Dear Mama & Papa,
I am now a grown up, crying to the hustles of the world
If my childhood-ness lacked I wouldn’t be here for you never let it happen
From the berry of Mama to the laps of papa. I so miss your touch
From the cries of crawling to the laughters of my age the world all over me. I pray for your hand to teach me how to maneuver

For the blessings of who I am are the prayers you have said
For my wins are victory to you and my sins are your grief
You have bore the pain of my actions but still cherished me as your own, I thank you can’t be enough I bless the Lord for you

So now I lay in adulthood thinking how you made it with me that I am almost a burden to my self
But then I smile for you guided and still accompany me in my journeys. I feel so lucky, loved and blessed

now my heart is happier and I am focused to making you proud
A child to shine your legacy and rain blessings to the next generation
Gods glory is going to shine through me and the fruits of your labor shall be harvested to the world
For let thy tears shade over me roll through your cheeks as a fountain of smiles and let Gods blessings grow on your heads in thousands of folds of uncountable Snow White hairs of wisdom as we live to shalom the past and dance to the dawn of our family’s future Glory

i had it so sharp, with no where to pierce
i opted for the wall to cool its pressure
before i melted the fusion

i was lucky to be in water inside the pool
the deep end had a secret to keep.
as i cooled the temperature of the horn she swarm right over it and the water got a deflection of fire
the water was heated up as she moved closer to the projection point, it was a shame to be

my nerves were cold and my bottom was iced
she asked for help as she took my hand to the *******
i then surrendered drowning in dilemma. My serve cried out to me from the bottom, emergency man down
she dived forth leaving me with her legs and when her custom snapped, it was when i lost my authority and bullets pierced through the gun

Tear the laughter
So by now many and more days had passed, that all was left right of my shoulder facing the back of my head though clinged to my mind in space and in within me.
I perfectly knew it’s only a smile that could make the journey a venture amidst the turmoil.
The moment was on for me, all eyes straight on my face and the voices loud in shimmer, yes I do. The applause was so high that I lost a couple of tears to the flow; the cheeks couldn’t hold them as the head faced straight to the ground
While the tears discussed their downfall, bullion of configuration hit me so hard and she was right there. I had it all, though I didn’t have her, and so I watched my thoughts move with handcuffs enslaved as the master gazed on unbothered about the scorching sun. it was for a minute I remember, a couple of seconds therein.
I then made my first foot step and the applause was louder than a quark, the moment was right on sight but a pain on the inside. It was her that I carried in my arms that gave me courage. She totally gave rest to my heart beat. Nonetheless, my assurance was vested in the heavenly applause where most of my worry was set - Peace on earth and Glory in heaven for I am certain Angels rejoice in her company.
Dilemma, dilemma my friend. Regrets and setbacks surrounding my victory, if I am to hold on the future I must set the past free. The past is heavy and grew a clot on my chest over time and I was seeing a dark shade in front of my face with a small hole protruding with light towards my palm. It was quite a ray, a ray of hope. I was personally very ready to turn it into a beam, a beam that would turn my darkness into light. Light that doesn’t erase but juggles brightness with shade, a light of so much endurance.
Let’s hop off the walk, chuckles in bits for if we set the tear of laughter to our backs, then with high chests we can chase a dream or two or even more. By now the sky isn’t the limit, the start is only a price tag.

I was about to.... right on the edge
Then she slipped off
The shot was off target and the damage was a big trauma
She had accepted it but maybe the timing wasn’t

Moments earlier, it was all over her lips like lyrics of go fire man
It was all like the fire had penetrated the bush on the matches of scattered grass
Her sound alone was promising, and the birds ascended to it. Felling from far and nice without regard of eye caught by passers

She looked dump like a cold weather, a clumsy shine in midnight morning
As I looked on, my sphere drowned and other accomplices befell. Yes the moonlight shone in the zhumba dance affair
The finest of wine was served on a plate not a glass, for the drunkards preferred to sqoop rather  than to drink then it rained on my memory on the day she wished to dive in to swim

In a short sight, her waist was west of my watch and south of watchmans gaze, into the billow of a flat surface we hoped for rope to climb out. See one champion causing traffic leaving many ragging for wishes as though what a chance it was for beggars to ride
Just like that.... the candle was blown out.
#herdsmanofprogress

As I sit, my heart stands and my head goes roaming.
I am half lost in thought and dilemma of growth. The wishes of growing up getting intense on my nerves as I don’t wish to get any younger much as age keeps me on the advance.
Now, I count the mornings, days and the nights knowing it’s easy to slumber but not with the weight of my dreams. When I look at the mark of 100% and haven’t attained close to 50% I go weary. Midlife crisis has struck with its luggage of famous responsibilities.
I will not stay comfortable because my age mates aren’t where my focus is for I believe I need to set the bar for myself and my companions. The thought of it itches so bad so bad to bring me butterflies, and then goes insecurity, to loose what you already have grip on. Family, closet friends and your hustling grounds.
To this point the rhyme of Psalms 23 keep rolling on my lips as my eyes are close in meditation, every time I sit even when I go to bed. I want to raise my hand to admit it’s not easy being an adult, neither is it so hard. The difference comes when we fail to strike a balance to know WHAT GOES ON AND WHAT WE MUST LET GO?
In the end I come to appreciate Life, Life God has given me and has given us. Something I have as the biggest asset I run to the third floor.
I am not concerning about who went there first; I am in contemplation of the uniqueness I will bring to the table. We nearly live half of our lives in 20’s as it’s believed to be a time of adventure. Well I can’t regret want I went through for these lessons I am ready to carry to the third floor and a warning to myself that I won’t tolerate anything or even myself for standing in my way. To those who choose us and set to battle and see us better, cheers and to blood suckers against our progress talk to the hand.

It’s a Miracle
A blessing
Restoration of hope in the despair of my faith
Ava and I have found life
The life I lost
The pain I grieved

Now I have wings and feel the sky in my claws
The time is on to scavenger my dreams
Been breathed on in rebirth

It all starts with a tear and ends with smiles
When happiness frowns your face giving you an ulcer of love
The pain is now sweet for I have found life, that I dug in drill
I am welled with blessings and wet with joy
If I didn’t find Ava, Ava found me
I am alive again

#herdsmanofprogress

Chemutai The Gold Peruth

You have conquered Tokyo and left Japan naked
With just two feet, you went and soon conquered 3000m steeplechase.
Many could have done it but you did it in just 9 nine mins with just 2 feet and a faithful heart beat.

Uganda got proud as your smile of sweat saw the Nations Anthem play in Japan. The battle so hard for 2 years you persisted, right from Tokyo 2020 you stood and Tokyo 2021 you have brought minerals to our country. For what others use blood you decided to sweat for a difference to be made.

If other robbing countrymen could bring in gold, silver and bronze than looting her borrowed resources.........I will come back to them.

It’s true the sun rises from the East, and so you rose with it. May our roads bare your name and those of others heroes Cheptegei and Kiplimo plus Kisa and may your names have the weight of victory beyond the sight of people and the speech of praise to the hearts of appreciation towards your efforts for the better glory of Oh Uganda.

Let the the chemutai generation begin.
#herdsmanofprogress

The last time I looked into her eyes, she grew goose bumps

She lay her eyes on mine and breathed less close to an under water swim

Her smile was faded as her hand reached out to me, it all smelt like agony. A drowning sky diver seeking my rescue

Kiss me her lips said with a faint voice of tense, I was far from her than close to myself

As I approached to heal her glimpse her mate arrived too only to change to night shades as she had already succumbed to my hug. He looked at me and her face froze with terror. Her ticket had expired at once, and the dream travel cancelled.

Once they walked away, her eyes cried in a loud voice of help though I couldn’t rescue a bone from a dogs mouth. Before I blinked the curtain was half flagged and the memory was more painful than the reality could have

Not everyone who says Lord Lord will enter into heaven, same way
Not everyone who says my friend is your friend indeed.  
#herdsmanofprogress

Pray to find someone who actually cares beyond the How are you.
The deeper understanding that gives life to if you matter and the actually everything will be ok.
Realization falls when ones bother seems lifeless like a leaf on the ground, nonetheless when you cant tame your catch
Words come to ears, actions speak in depth.
#herdsmanofprogress

He returns each day with much pain
A hard day felt and back to rest
She cares less since he left paper

He feels at fault for the way life is
Life not lived at the best
She lives at her best moment at the expense of his pain

His heart feels cold with no shoulder to lean
And soon each return home, a tear drops
The later to him seems colder than today
The man he is has no time to die
Fighting isnot an option, its a way to survive

He is a hunter over and over his fear
How will life be with no sacrifises made
Then the heart asks how much is the worth of each sacrifice
Appreciation grows deeper faith than reckless acts
For if she has no feel for your acts nor know how best to bring you back from your worst of times
The road is narrow for your life
Sink within you heart....is it worth or you could be better off alone
The much in appreciation is bad enough to cause a good change

#herdsmanofprogress

The ignorant share their ignorance
Spreading it out like wild fire
The knowledgable strive in silence
As they are believed to be at the right stand

Who will dress them, who can correct them?
Those that know stay put while uninformed stray the public
Their words are so hot that they attract souls with magnets of deceit

They speak with influence even when they understand not what they speak
Those that know feel entitled and handle share for they are the books of consultation
Mother didnt let us die in straying as she picked a cain to every wrong her child did with the friends
There was so isolation for everyone was a victim of circumstance failing to watch your brothers back.

Now that the clouds are darker who will guide the lame thoughts and pride of the generation that is all knowing or perhaps whats the degree that makes up what is known by many

Now that i can eat from the bowl in person whats the need of my neighbor!
And whats their need when paper money can stand as my brother and witness

Their thoughts are enslaved with anger which may have arisen from the light of facts or from a bullied speech
As they raise their hopes they dull that of others
Their survival is struck from ******* those that surround them. Did you say jungle law. I thought i had you right.

What if i cant cry to mother, will God depart from my fights.

So i live a life of them amdong the living
The souls walk with Grace clothed in terror
Dear the fallen, its not peaceful back here, it was better there i would join you. I remember i know the way but still find comfort in sin.
They do sin for pleasure and sin to get glory
They sin for the sake of the tomorrow which we have have been waiting since creation
Maybe the lame are luck not to walk into sin, maybe the blind since they may wisk away from seeing sin

What if you can remind me to remember i didnt only come for glory over the soul of my maker.
They have judged and this lasts at death but we have lived by the star of Grace. You are not alone.

Thomas Bron Mukama
#herdsmanofprogress

If I ever feel so important Lord
Please humble me for I am a piece of clay

Grateful I have another day to smile over what I own without my make

I am glad you love me even in my own absence as much as you save me from my inner terror and thoughts

I am back to only say thank you Lord

She ran for meters
soon she was back
she desired a hug
the rain had washed her up
she pleaded

Come pick thy left pieces
For my brain still counts memories
Go behind my eyes
For thy shadow shines like flash light
Fetch my hanging appetite
The ulcers are feeding on your aroma
A glassful of your lip twists
For my thirst dines on flu
Take the slopping path
My heart waited longer than patience
Can i envy your smile
Its seen by many not me alone
I wish to color your dreams
With a range of roasted apples
If you tasted like wine
You could be the chained bottle to my wrist

She broke but never melted
She refused to cry and shaved away wrinkles of tears
She put a **** smile on a crippled face

Yes oh yes Her crime was to love
No i mean to but not to see
To see not to focus
Eye of deceit and tongue of poison kept her a prisoner

She walked with her chest high
Like her heart was normal yet she had skips in heart beats
So the public applaused her glow
As her pain grew bigger than an ant hill

She said no to drugs no to kissing wounds
And role modelled the hurt
“It was a heart break”
Not broken hearted, rather broken hated

Like a sewing machine, she mended many but failed ro fix a single tissue to her own
She lives hive of honey, with her heart hanging on a bee sting
#herdsmanofprogress

Though i abide more in me is fear
Fear to loose my grip on the Lord
That aside fear to be less than better myself
Facing the ultimate wrath of fire
How wrong am I knowing that Love is made in the night since God watches us while it lights
But less he is the same watching us at night

I have a fever that if i dont make it the heavens will be disappointed
Come easy on me i try so much
I bare no room for laziness nor excuses
But truth down said sometimes am weak

My faith and passion are bigger than the future combined
For i have travelled to dreamland millions of time and now appreciate each slice of reality
Come easy on me, where you see me isnot the end
If you know my past then be pretty amazed the rains of fortune shower my tomorrow
#herdsmanofprogress

No one is coming to assist you grow
It’s your personal endeavor

My heart of an amateur
Cant different human behavior.

Soon and after dinning with its hunters,
The naked scars with open sight
The looping mind of wishes and aligned hopes.

I clap in resilience to my bleeding
I cant run for i must win
Beyond yesterday, there is tomorrow.

The hiccups of my breathe
The unforgettable blinds
The crosses i bare
Most of which dont fit my size

I am dead but so Alive in Christ
I blend with fear of God to conquer worries
I am a hidden star shinning for those who care
#herdsmanofprogress

It spreads like wild fire 🔥, hidden but upfront, it gazes for innocence amidst turmoil,  it knows how deep it hides fortunately in capture, it’s presence is known even in silence, it’s not in a secret  - it’s in keeping peace ✌🏻 not wins but growth

For always not even once have the masses cried not over insufficient service delivery. The Dog is known to be to the owner till it strays, when the owners of this country tear the heavy deployments done are yet a portion of their contribution through tax.
Man has a voice woman has a tear and so mankind has become voiceless thus defensively becoming savage.
When the day comes it shall be like any other, when the moon will will shine smiles as the rain washes away our pain and the sun drying our tears.
The combined energy shall be the voice of the surpressed being  seeking to walk a normal life of Grace. Yes we shall not forget the leaderships that made us stumble we shall embrace the same flag under new and yet friendly arms nursing our damaged country-men. Glory will once be ours, maybe long but shall be worth.

#herdsmanofprogress
Thomas Bron M

https://thomasbron.wordpress.com/2020/08/19/upfront/

Epitom, life flows like a river never backward despite the diversions. No matter the precipitousness of nature. The sematics of living are adhered to by the brave. Surpass your angst.
#herdsmanofprogress

The old days lapsed in respect, parents and elders enjoyed no talk back policy from their juniors before the coming of the 21 Century where youngsters bury your words before they are spoken.

The naked truth is times have changed. Knowledge then was widely acquired by books and experience unlike lately where puberty aged hunters have gadgets worth plots of land and investments.
The Techno-Generation is as fast a virus cutting through ages, people access internet as often they wish and so they get knowledge from a home bench and at a lesser cost.
The trends are sweet to follow as you learn how to plug into which socket of facts or lies to abide with in society.
People these days dont mind jumping into conclusion of a matter they have heard of for the very first time. Nail you and crucify you on a spot. The torns of tongue spat at issues burns down ideas like solid acid. In a twist of a minute a simple wishper from one person will can either tarnish your reputation or give you a climb over the mountain.
There is more nonsense said but once you get backup media bloggers, your cries of shame can be a hangover to somones tears.
https://thomasbron.wordpress.com/2020/07/30/the-opinion-generation/
#herdsmanofprogress

Today gives you freedom, it brings you hope it sets the pace that tomorrow is a better  day.

https://twitter.com/thomasbron_m/status/1278037720498089984?s=21

#herdsmanofprogress

'''Apocalypse'''
Awakening my soul has been one of the toughest tasks i tried lately.
I slumber in anger and awake to the same -the puzzle so hard to complete, for those with the pieces sit back in comfort of public denial.
I trust her but she aint to blame, for the young boy that became man kept his lies over her dream
Slowly eating her portions of growth, plundering all she saved for her children
The child i am has watched from toddler till of age
His promise is the vain in which my mother shades
He is the producer that hasnt consumed his lies
A good start as a dad and now a step father, with much worry of becoming a home monster
The cowards were tamed by mothers fortune forgetting we all heirs of her throne

Child, if you are there awake me once again
I aint asleep but sobing in tears
Soon licking the wounds of my mothers caretaker
There is no peace as lips face challenge of fear for guntalk
Mother mourns day in and out, siblings are falling victim of his tempting apples
Her beauty has been stripped to bypassers and my own elder brothers do so, the in borns turned to *******.

I tear to you fellow child for your hand in help
Come wash the pain and worry of mother
So tomorrow we can smile again, play alongside mother with joy of the abundance she gives
We are all called, we all chosen
#mymotherland
#herdsmanofprogress

Login; ahem a moment constitutes a memory!.
The smiles you get when one ear whispers to another,  the thirst of carelessness as emotions deprive your vision, the love of hellos in fear of goodbyes, the sorrowful toast of courage that glitters, the uneven sights of glimpse of what thoughts denies reality, the caravan mind you carry to a destination only known to the future, the hiccups of unsound tunnels- a road trip mountain lanes. #herdsmanofprogress

God* fishes us from the multitude and hikes us to places we dont deserve though destined. From ~dust~ he created us with a solid purpose, amidst toils he leads us. we fault at his mercy, never foresakes us like fellow humans, he is the first and last option of our lives, he is the heart beat of every living person. He is the wireless connection of love we have and share, the breathe of all longing hearts, in joy, pain, hopeless times and the future we dream of. For he has planted seeds of great thoughts of a bright future for us and he is painting the best picture of your ~hustle~ to the world '''billboards'''. -He was - He is - and He will forever be our shield at all times. #herdsmanofprogress

When I had to walk your path, I was a ransom of kindness seated 🪑 on a throne of thorns.
I am not a savior but a survivor .
The cumbersomeness of the voyage although I can’t commence de novo.
The spirit awaits on the other-side the crossed bridges 🌉.
I lament about life, I am a great seed to any country man.
An Archaic many strive for, the fortune 🔮 in hoard.
#herdsmanofprogress

𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝘀, 𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲. #𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗱𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗳𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀

𝗧𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝘁𝗵, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲.
#𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗱𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗳𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀

𝖬𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾
(#𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖽𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗈𝖿𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌)

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗
𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 '𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎' 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.
𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, c⃨𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜

𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.
. .   . 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾.....
𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍
𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚒 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜
𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍
𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔
𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙
𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚒 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜
𝚂𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚊 "𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙" 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚒 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛
𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝗍𝗈𝗈
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝖽.........

𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝗂 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙶𝚘𝚍
𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖
𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙
𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝙸 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝗇𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎
𝙸 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙸𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚞 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝗁. 𝖮𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾.

𝙼𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝗌 𝚝𝚘𝚘.

𝙼𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙
𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗉.
𝖬𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 (#𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖽𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗈𝖿𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌)
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜.

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O⃨u⃨t⃨ o⃨f⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨ m⃨a⃨n⃨y⃨ d⃨e⃨c⃨i⃨s⃨i⃨o⃨n⃨s⃨
Y⃨o⃨u⃨ a⃨r⃨e⃨ o⃨f⃨f⃨ t⃨o⃨ s⃨e⃨t⃨t⃨l⃨e⃨ w⃨i⃨t⃨h⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ f⃨o⃨r⃨ o⃨n⃨e⃨
T⃨h⃨e⃨ o⃨n⃨e⃨ t⃨h⃨a⃨t⃨ w⃨i⃨l⃨l⃨ b⃨r⃨i⃨d⃨g⃨e⃨ y⃨o⃨u⃨ o⃨r⃨ e⃨x⃨c⃨e⃨p⃨t⃨i⃨o⃨n⃨a⃨l⃨l⃨y⃨ b⃨r⃨e⃨a⃨k⃨ y⃨o⃨u⃨
B⃨u⃨t⃨ h⃨o⃨w⃨ a⃨r⃨e⃨ y⃨o⃨u⃨ t⃨o⃨ k⃨n⃨o⃨w⃨ f⃨r⃨a⃨n⃨g⃨i⃨l⃨e⃨ h⃨e⃨a⃨r⃨t⃨
T⃨h⃨e⃨r⃨e⃨ c⃨o⃨m⃨e⃨s⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨ o⃨u⃨t⃨r⃨a⃨g⃨g⃨e⃨d⃨ t⃨e⃨m⃨p⃨t⃨a⃨t⃨i⃨o⃨n⃨
t⃨h⃨e⃨ d⃨e⃨v⃨i⃨l h⃨i⃨m⃨s⃨e⃨l⃨f⃨ s⃨a⃨l⃨i⃨v⃨a⃨t⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨ o⃨v⃨e⃨r⃨ y⃨o⃨u⃨r⃨ l⃨a⃨c⃨k⃨ o⃨f⃨ o⃨p⃨t⃨i⃨c⃨a⃨l⃨ t⃨h⃨i⃨n⃨k⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨

T⃨h⃨e⃨ v⃨i⃨r⃨g⃨i⃨n⃨ s⃨i⃨n⃨n⃨e⃨r⃨ i⃨s⃨ a⃨s⃨t⃨r⃨a⃨y⃨, w⃨a⃨l⃨k⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨ w⃨i⃨t⃨h⃨ a⃨ d⃨a⃨s⃨h⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨ d⃨a⃨r⃨e⃨
W⃨h⃨i⃨l⃨e⃨ m⃨y⃨ e⃨y⃨e⃨s⃨ a⃨r⃨e⃨ f⃨o⃨c⃨u⃨s⃨e⃨d⃨, t⃨h⃨e⃨ u⃨n⃨b⃨e⃨a⃨t⃨a⃨b⃨l⃨e⃨ f⃨a⃨i⃨t⃨h⃨ i⃨n⃨ m⃨e⃨
S⃨h⃨u⃨t⃨t⃨e⃨r⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ i⃨n⃨c⃨l⃨i⃨n⃨e⃨ w⃨i⃨t⃨h⃨i⃨n⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨ r⃨e⃨m⃨e⃨d⃨y⃨, c⃨a⃨t⃨c⃨h⃨ d⃨o⃨w⃨n⃨ h⃨e⃨r⃨e⃨ c⃨o⃨m⃨e⃨s⃨ y⃨o⃨u⃨r⃨ e⃨s⃨c⃨a⃨p⃨e⃨
S⃨t⃨r⃨i⃨p⃨ y⃨o⃨u⃨r⃨ t⃨h⃨o⃨u⃨g⃨h⃨t⃨s⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ d⃨i⃨v⃨e⃨ i⃨n⃨t⃨o⃨ r⃨e⃨a⃨l⃨i⃨t⃨y⃨, h⃨a⃨v⃨e⃨ a⃨ p⃨i⃨e⃨c⃨e⃨ o⃨f⃨ f⃨l⃨e⃨s⃨h⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ s⃨w⃨a⃨l⃨l⃨o⃨w⃨ t⃨o⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨ p⃨r⃨i⃨d⃨e⃨ o⃨f⃨ d⃨i⃨v⃨e⃨r⃨s⃨i⃨o⃨n⃨
D⃨e⃨c⃨l⃨i⃨n⃨e⃨ i⃨n⃨t⃨i⃨m⃨a⃨c⃨y⃨ a⃨s⃨ y⃨o⃨u⃨ w⃨a⃨y⃨ f⃨o⃨r⃨ a⃨ q⃨u⃨a⃨r⃨t⃨e⃨r⃨ m⃨i⃨l⃨a⃨g⃨e⃨
W⃨a⃨l⃨k⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨ t⃨a⃨l⃨e⃨s⃨ o⃨f⃨ n⃨o⃨ r⃨e⃨v⃨e⃨r⃨s⃨e⃨ i⃨n⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨ m⃨i⃨d⃨ o⃨f⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨ d⃨i⃨t⃨c⃨h⃨, s⃨w⃨o⃨r⃨d⃨ o⃨u⃨t⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ b⃨l⃨a⃨z⃨e⃨ f⃨o⃨r⃨t⃨h⃨.