SORD by owrd we LIVE.

Dragons of our creation do nothing but synthesize our fears, writhing lizards of history owed their power to the niche God made for them. Every day we as planetary inhabitants gather notions and intrigue towards the past we weren’t able to participate in. Some have strong foundations like a movie we just pondered, while others are more distant like memories of a place we expect to be.  The drama that leans on us ,when we plan to see, is almost as that of the dance between what was and will be. These, my thoughts, are relevant to a mind, set at hearing, outside the essential. So perceive what you will at the point of hearing if, or when, the noise of life culminates to a strong push across the vast ideals which popular minding’s hold. A "lot" is only of sustenance when the ingestion, produces replication. So garner our hopes and fears as measures and lengths of how near we are come to the Creator. Flooding and peril’s deep death to those who are unsure roused, while the "prayer of need" is heard like a baby’s frenzy. I project that, in all we, as a race, run, a stamina will adsorb to each and every soul; alive with the spirit.

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