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Encephale pt. VI: Conclusion

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When the dust settles down on the conflict ,

You will get what is offered,

Would have bought

What is suffered

By God.

The true blessing of life is to live as you will,

Staying still, for a second,

At the wonder of stars, souls of ash, and of carbon delight,

Out of fear came the fight,

Then the peace

Then the bliss.

I am home.

Written by mutsunake

December 25, 2007 at 9:39 pm

Posted in Pastel, Winter

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