The Envier
reachdown12
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Listening to the star's prophecies
My unchained knowledge so adherent
To all that surrounds and protects
Those who may so willingly deserve it
For all that was broken upon such force
The nature withstood its devastating blow
My eyes lingering upon the vital possession
Of a need to live and to care so profoundly
The waves that break upon the shore so headily
Cleanse my soul to such extents
The pores that held deepened secrets
Are exposed so extravagantly upon its arrival
The boundaries that once blockaded my mind
My eyes and senses from seeing what was beyond
Have now been lifted to the sky in unlimited accounts
That purged me of evil once known but now no longer
For all that had been felt; the lies, the anger
It lies unwonted upon the austere for an eternity unspoken
For reality can be a cursed blow to even the strongest and ill-fabled
It brought such release that naught have been known of
For it frees all of what creates ravage deep within
And heightens awareness of the prophetics surrounding
And the simplistic beauty of once so sincere
Reared such ugly impugnance so deceiving
Its appearance exorcised; saving the sanity
Of a forlorn benediciton once so craved
That now deceased into nothing more than a wisp
A wisp of unintelligible conquering so deep within
My unchained knowledge so adherent
To all that surrounds and protects
Those who may so willingly deserve it
For all that was broken upon such force
The nature withstood its devastating blow
My eyes lingering upon the vital possession
Of a need to live and to care so profoundly
The waves that break upon the shore so headily
Cleanse my soul to such extents
The pores that held deepened secrets
Are exposed so extravagantly upon its arrival
The boundaries that once blockaded my mind
My eyes and senses from seeing what was beyond
Have now been lifted to the sky in unlimited accounts
That purged me of evil once known but now no longer
For all that had been felt; the lies, the anger
It lies unwonted upon the austere for an eternity unspoken
For reality can be a cursed blow to even the strongest and ill-fabled
It brought such release that naught have been known of
For it frees all of what creates ravage deep within
And heightens awareness of the prophetics surrounding
And the simplistic beauty of once so sincere
Reared such ugly impugnance so deceiving
Its appearance exorcised; saving the sanity
Of a forlorn benediciton once so craved
That now deceased into nothing more than a wisp
A wisp of unintelligible conquering so deep within
"Everyone wants to be the sun that lights up your life, but I'd rather be your moon so I can shine on you during your darkest hour when your sun's not around."
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