How in the haven can I remember that life is now but there cant be more to it than no one knows. Life is gods walk. True life is of death. This is my act, your will. You show me in discourse, visions, and repeated advice. No man is subject to only them self. I flower in your beautiful splendor. Lotus, posies, tulips, gladiolus. On harmony we strive.
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