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The finishing was meant to enrobe a quantative dialect of speaking simply towards the owners of our disused tounge, the verbal defamation of the reenacted tracings of the discovery forward bound into uncovering primeval understanding in the minds and hearts of man, the forward thinking society will not speak without use for the reason that it is built, this operation will stand the test of time, the only line that speaks the same below a tenous blow to the blackened pit of darkness in what we must embrace as being the only thing that will ever in any possibilty save us, the virgin screams another seeming to gleam, the versimillitudes spoken and laughed about in time unspoken and ratified rare generilizations of sterilised thought, the becoming of what also must be in time immemorial a haunted truth, the discovery of what else more there is, the finding of a latteral suffusion to your confusion, this reality we have to involve and revolve in this glory-based myth or magicry, the far removed to far done to have any lasting benifits on building over casements of glory containers that once could hold much use now give way to merely shells of former being, the discovery must keep going, in involving a trust that must be replaced with words, the versimillitudes that must exist as we stand in our uncovering what we must realize in our everyday, the constancy of placing that time the new thing the thing that will be the only thing that will bring the ratified symmetry of what we must endure now the constancy evokes a pattern one cannot ignore, that we must refrain from trusting for the longstanding evocation of glory grace and wasted space, the freedom it takes to realize who we are after what we've been through, the various changes we understand as real will illuminate this shaft i feel, and the very bones of those who were born, will be wrestled with from material form, the variances and basic life that's needed come grief or strife, the basic for what's wanted then, for our own sanity we can fear r fend the time we are awake to wanting in things that we wanted in life, the gainful amidship trst and beauty without lust the faculties that made this clear, the trust and love of one so dear, as to ignore a fellows haunt, a secret sacred jaunt, the daunting circumstances that flaunt, joy and pain and all the rest, at your behest will try our best, the calling of the eventual now, beginning as a thought somehow, the receding nature forever learned, it is to this earth that our souls must turn, the logic gained in trust above the feeling thrust below and lodged in deep the basics that we seek, the constancy evokes a mental framework for us to ease our hearts by, the constancy we fly in the sky high as we learn to live or die, the time we chase our old thoughts here and there in the constancy of wonderful air, the reason more than we make clear in our hearts near and dear the faculties which we evoke the subtleties we poke constancy and relativity has a home in these ships at sea, the reasoning we are alive to subjects bare that just survive, the form of the understanding masses at the time of our vast approval the turning back of one last step the curvature broken just one more depth into life and out of death into survival and lodged in theft the circumstantial veiw would seem so lodged in fact as to almost gleam, the constancy at once would seem that we are too early for this rise, to soon to recognize or surmise, not notice the cliche of thought the difference in how we ought, the verbatim truth for minds we share, the emptiness to our hearts be beared the scaring truth in hearts so near, that we can neither hide nor fear, the very options within our heart the secrecy with which we part, the emptiness that holds us tight taking us round for our final flight, the constancy of relativity and i ask you when they take you don't you realize its been taken for far too long now that the erstwhile critic while singing his song must never make shake bend or break, lest he become once more of them and cease to defend from life and limb the constancy which shakes these limbs free in relativity of how we conceive of our everyday word tense as heard on boundless shore of infinity no more the seeming at once began to shake, the certain thing we wanted most what we could have become the only one who would have seen who would have dreamed of sights unseen how glory's been the reasoning of relationships the boundary breaking constancy of relativity of how we come to be among the free the words shake loose from writer's tounge.
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what we must sense unbounded is the victory of what we understood, the constancy of what we breathe alone we seek that we are bleak without a form of those that swarm and the continuation can be no more, the endless war, we fight on shores, of our retreival how we are operating and doing fine the constancy sublime entry of a world defined, the versified domination of the endless world's elation, trajectory i'm deeming to be considering as we go on into the morning of vast symmetry and time's agreement to see us now the time was how we operated then but now we fend for ourselves in whatever form we can we akake at dawn to terrorize the drawn and as we spawn a new breed of new things to read we are awake to subtletie's break, the time we need for no one and what we do is always clued to your arrival of somebody trying to differentiate from right or wrong or even left the resoning we wanted to evoke how much we connote the central part of life how we vote, in upturning dialouges in how we realize we don't find truth in combining attitudes and what we can't ignore we can't deplore the sanctity of life at ease in how we breathe in what we conceive as how we are and where we're at the realization can't make a last one thing that has been done how are we to know the differences glow flow and show a better way beyond the haze of what we see through night and day, the constancy invades the deeper craze and what we can't ignore we do, with dreadful consequences in store to meet the other shore the time we have for minds reciting all the time old thoughs that once were dead how we regret what was said the constancy invades the liquid peace pervades the constancy in fading over from one completely different ideal to the virtues of how you feel, the reasoning we want to wake up to
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