For the love of
And the might
But in a case then that
Yet somehow in all of brouhaha
So life can just be.
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Any of the path will be assimilated,
This I command.
Under the helm of my hand of destruction.
For us three ,
I alone can
syllable of my own.
So be it.
A nourishing promise,
A flurry of whatever I can destroy under the tip of all the beams.
Ahhh, destruction my sweet mistress here I come.
For the turtle to have a turbo feet.
But the turtle was in turmoil because he knew what losing meant or the love
Yet all these time the world knew why does this myth goes.
So the stage is set again and again.
Dha five returned into the tenth planet.
Three of them want wanton destruction.
One wanted to create.
The last to propagate and foster life,
where it can.
This is the story of the five who spread among the seeds upon all planes;
up. . .
down . . .
left . . .
right. . .
Then what is a name beyond names.
For me, I will ask none but to make of you will become to shine and radiate.
Dearest of days,
I am here to state from the days of old and into the newness of things.
Never to guide me nor to remind me, only to be beside me all the way.
Thank you for the past and present, for there will never be a future without the two.