Begging for Beginnings End.

for every evil plaguing this marvel, so good must survive. As the final wars are fought with the sores of bad diplomacy, integrity has fallen beneath the mountains of paper. Swearing oaths to popes and politicians that have been swooped up into to gullet of occult owls. regurgitating the bullets of false prophecy, we see the end is near yet never truly here. For endings are beginnings with tinges of remembrance, from the depths of our caste shadows we slumber under the wonders of wandering. Slander slams the sane on this plane of potential impossibility. Suddenly simplicity takes precedent over complexity in a wonderful cease to powerful weaknesses.

When we dial our signs from the sun and devour the shadow, the blow from trumpets in the sky shake the sediment beneath our toes. Knowing too much about nothing and never enough of everything else, the swell of oceans in space occupy the sky. For so few many seem lost in the fray of their own singular sight, just might be the purpose to fight miss information reading prompts behind empty lines. Above some flowers sow the bringers of life, below the abyss flows the water of nourishment. Rooted in the soil of toil and trifles while fire flashes from desperate rifles, and bodies disperse in violent eruption.

Rapture, ability to capture what is far and few between, the flame of being consuming the consumer. sooner and sooner the lunar lights fall faster and grow. So carry on till the night illuminates the dawn with a healthy yawn from the belly of the beast. Feast on the ledge till the precipice grows higher and higher till the mire bubbles and boils from the sacred fire. The vapors of our breath is what initiated death, so we must murder the reaper. climbing steeper truth till the summit peaks, weeks are forgotten by dying time.

Now how should this begend? With a new legend to remind us we are myths, glimpses of eternity bottled in unstable infirmaries. Incarcerated by the lies that rest in the breast of too many, purge the deceit till the final gag makes tears fall down ones cheek. With the mind anything is possible, the heart anything attainable, the word makes it all sustainable. Warriors of the elements we must be tamed by the wilderness from whence we came.

With Love, light and hope,

A.D.IV