In the mist I could see what fashioned a grand design. Its pattern down to the earth, and so great a harmony signature. It was symbolic but translated to be a multitude of immoral cringe, to the darkness that twist for naught. Speaking of which, it was the floodgates of the sky that was separated among the pattern of the rings. Those in concern could not comprehend the formation of much besides that which so granted them. Though we are not explaining the stories of waters forming within nothingness to dry land. As if I knew what happened at an origin point when the world was made to partition barriers of the realms. It is not by me, unless I state some unknown thought to others, that one knew a foundation before others to self was born.
In the fog, I could see what would shape the grand design. The pattern descends to the earth and is a signature of such wonderful harmony. It was symbolic, but it was translated as many immoral crouches into the darkness that distorted into nothingness. Speaking of which, it was an empty sluice gate that was separated in the pattern of the ring. Interested people could not comprehend many formations other than those that they so give. We are not describing the story of water forming in dry land in nothingness. As if we know what happened at the origin where the world was created to divide the barriers of the realm. I do not say that others knew the foundation of their self before, unless I express some unknown idea to others. (TRANSLATION)
Thus, of a present rather than a past, the measurements are indeed a paradox and more to describe the symbolic more than a process and an extension of the ancestor found in the memory. To behold blindness uprooted portions of the heart yet it remained on them and the foundation of being, so great a scar to the existence. The matter of soul, it formed the being to emotion, so perhaps someone could understand indeed what such founding was of the physical to that which is an essence. The alternative revealed its form in splendor.
Therefore, the measurement of the present, rather than the past, is indeed a paradox, explaining something more symbolic than the ancestral processes and extensions found in memory. To see, blindness uprooted a part of the mind, but yet it remained in them and in the foundations of being, a very large scar for existence. The matter of the soul formed the existence to feelings, so perhaps someone could actually understand what such a creation of the physical to what is the essence was. The alternative has brilliantly revealed its form. (TRANSLATION)
A river of trials waits for the longing and to some extent much was a dream rather than a reality. They could base this on the position of where one is placed into the world to the cultivations that others partake in the growing of their stages. The nature preserved by its form and the habits is distinctively righteous for its own form, to that struggle which so undignifies the being’s shape but that of a creature anew with a moral sickness. Remain not, so states those before us, which in fact is a mockery of the hypocrisy and truth in the growth of generations to the root of the holiest of teachers.
A river of trials awaited the longing, and in a sense it was not a reality but a dream. They may base this on the position in which a person is placed in the world, as opposed to cultivation, in which others participate in the growth of their stages. Nature, preserved by its forms and customs, is apparently righteous to its own form, that is, to the struggle to make its form of existence so undignified, but it is that of a new creature afflicted with a moral disease. "Do not stay," those before us say, but it is actually a mockery of hypocrisy and truth in the growth of generations to the root of the most sacred teacher. (TRANSLATION)
Being perfection cannot make one such the definition, for the clarity of it, would bring disacknowledge and desire of such satisfaction. What is shown in the truest of colors, and not the looks upon appearance, was the blindness and cores of deception. For the world grants not its light to those who do not seek the value of peace in their soul. Nor does it spare innocence; for they are selfish of the life and form ill-sake among the shape and that of materialistic unless seeking the living intention.
Being perfect cannot make such a definition, because its clarity brings with it the perception and desire of such satisfaction. It was not the appearance that was shown in the most truthful colors, but the blindness and the core of deception. Because this world does not give its light to those who do not seek the value of peace in their souls. In addition, he does not spare innocence. Because they are selfish towards life, maliciously shaped in form and matter, unless they seek a living intent.
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These are the powers who sought destruction towards life for that which so bestow it or to enslave it after a creation. A time to be wiped in my mind, yet not for one to endure as that which so is remembered. Thus, a choice of free-will is not rebellious towards a system of formalities and that of the greater vitality to its sources. Rather, it is the enslavement by knowledge to a curse of promise that binds the justices and more to their graves. Along with such is the corruption which so sought to destroy and yet would be scar for the past to motivative intentions.
These powers that be sought the destruction of life in order to give it as such, or to enslave it after creation. It is a time that should be wiped away in my mind, but not as much as what is remembered as such. Thus, the choice of free will is not rebellious against a formal system or a system of greater vitality against its source. Rather, it is the enslavement of knowledge to the curse of promises that binds judges and others to their graves. In addition to that, the corruption that you tried to destroy will leave a scar on the motivational intentions of the past.
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With standing and separation, of each line, to know its meaning brings forth the whole, though also through other markings the purposes of what was indeed to be portrayed as that of a scatter. In the hole of the crypt stone by its natural element it forms a ring, and it gives off an aura within. Hence, not to stare at that which blinds us, it is indeed a part of light to shine on that darkness and not scorch the body but to change the soul or to awaken what is an inward peace. There was hope for them to change, and surely destruction reviles to that of falseness. So, they were sent to a void by execution and witnesses to the constructs of nature to swallow.
Knowing its meaning, by standing or separating each line, not only derives the whole, but also brings the purpose of what is to be depicted as actually scattered, through other marks. In the underground stone holes, its natural elements form rings and give off an aura inside. So it is indeed a part of the light not to gaze at that which blinds us, but to illuminate that darkness, not to scorch the body, but to change the soul or awaken inner peace. There is hope that they will change, and indeed destruction will speak ill of it falsely. So, they were sent into the void by execution, becoming witnesses to swallow natural structures.
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Allowed was the choice of their own way, by electorate to that which so deemed its most corruptness of councils towards the peaceful. But, in retrospect or compare, that is to account for the totality of outcome or situation to describe rather than accusation of the inward peace. Those who accumulate to seek to tarnish the signet cannot know the forces beyond though others are slandered in the process as I for assumptions to mortified opinions.
The choice of their own path was allowed by the voters against what was considered the most corrupt of the council against peaceful people. However, if we look back or compare, it is not to condemn inner peace, but to explain the consequences to be explained and the totality of the situation. Those who accumulate to defile the mark cannot know the power of the other side, even though others are slandered in the process, as I am.
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It is indeed of a hierarchy of classes, that indeed such be that it be to remain on a scale, though hidden in my ignorance. A void beyond compares, where life considers everlasting a virtue over that of what is eternal into the next, though nothing is such so grand on scale immortal. Ancient lines clairvoyant to that which is discovered by visionaries, who so wrote the fondest of scripts or stories representative?
It is indeed a hierarchy of classes, hidden in my ignorance, but certainly on scale. There is nothing so immortal on such a grand scale that life conceives of eternal virtues over virtues for the next life, but the emptiness beyond it is comparable. The ancient lines were clairvoyant to those discovered by visionaries, and who wrote such a favorite of scripts and representatives of stories?
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Yet, they each had at least one lie, though accuracy was according to its principle and founding. It is not the intentions of a lie to corrupt the lead, or a higher power, but the twisting of truth to where life turns its foundation on the heads to let inspiration traverse natural order. The emotion manifests and so great a delight or sorrow to be cursed with wisdom beyond the years of living. Though if it is not so, it is in fact a representation of past suffering to the witness of indeed how much has changed. For that is an old soul despite the body and while its form is young, the strength of such indeed is mighty. By weakness it is set forth strong and it grows that fondness, unseen by darkness and the human eyes, to blinding the multitude who try to reprove it with evil.
However, each of them had at least one lie, the accuracy of which was due to its principle and creation. It is not the intention of lies to corrupt the protagonists or higher powers, but to twist the truth so that life is rooted above the head and inspiration crosses the natural order. These emotions manifest themselves and bring so great joy and sorrow that they are cursed with wisdom that transcends the years they have lived. But even if it isn't, it's actually an expression of past suffering that witnesses how much has changed. It is an old soul in spite of its physical body, young in form, but mighty in its power. By weakness it is strongly demonstrated, increasing its affection in the darkness and invisible to the human eye, blinding the multitude that seeks to rebuke it with evil.
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What gives me the thought to know it, understand I not the full story, though one perhaps could have been a witness of own doubt or a pillar alike. To even witness it to its end time, the factors that argue existence of it, will only prove it more the fact that it of all things were real. Curse it not, nor is it forsaken. Its choice to leave a vision feels the one with sadness or man goes his own way, to rediscover that which once in him created life and was born.
What makes me think to know it is that I understand that it is not a complete story, although perhaps one may have been a witness or a pillar of one's own doubts as well. Even witnessing it until its end times only proves more of the fact that it was real in all things. Don't curse it, don't abandon it. That choice to leave a vision feels like grief and a person goes his own way, to rediscover what once created life in him and was born. (TRANSLATION)
Some relate this only to death or resurrection without change and manipulation of shape. I see it differently whereas time live on from one generation to the next and keeps its form enlightened but refined a new heart to soul. Those who survived the tortures of the sicknesses in man to those who became silent in a trial of their story, they would indeed understand though not the wickedness or stubbornness of efforts to turn on their fellows.
Some associate this only with death or resurrection, and do not involve any change or manipulation of form. I look at it differently, but time lives on from generation to generation, enlightening its form while refining a new mind into the soul. From those who have survived the torture of human disease to those who have been silenced by the ordeal of their stories, they will certainly understand, but they will not understand the wickedness or stubbornness of the effort to turn their comrades against them.
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For boasting leads to pride and evidential chaos mortifying so the entity rather than the ego of deity that is corrupt in the imagery of mankind. One true creationist of old, and in mortified light beings to that of its defenders in the ancient to modern eras. For it, brings protection to the people and the unjust as that of the author. Though unperfected in my arrogance, the caring way abounds though many accuse for naught and their enjoyment to sanity binding.
Because boasting invites a chaos of pride and evidence, tormenting the entity, not the ego of God, which is corrupted in the image of man. He is a true creationist from ancient times, and he has been frustrated by his defenders from ancient times to the present day. To that end, it brings protection to people and injustice as that of the author. Unfinished to my arrogance, there are many ways to be compassionate, but many condemn them for futility, and their enjoyment binds their sanity.
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These matters of faith un-addressed to those of the eyes besides the caring teacher or the insane researcher to practitioner, known within the state that each man be fallen and not the over arc of glories. The treasure defines not the purposes to even why it would give life to begin with. Or so to preserve also is that free of such under a system and not desiring, nor should it be a slave for the creationist to that of the beings but shine forth a candle in a mist.
It is known in the state that these problems of faith are not addressed by any object of eyes other than the insanity of researchers to compassionate teachers and practitioners, and that each person falls, and is not an overarc of glory. The treasure does not even define the purpose of why it gives life in the first place. Or to save is also to be free from such things under the system, not to want, not to be a slave to creationists, not to be a slave to existence, but only to light a candle in the fog.
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Samuel's Poetry & Thoughts - I'm an open book. Clear conscience. Just, days are sort of not knowing what to do. So, why not. Maybe someone can give me advice despite my clueless and dogma. - Very blunt yet obscured.