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Per Ardua Ad Astra
To make strides in the future step back in the past,
Said Aeternus to her child,
For the world is awash with mortal mistakes and from them you must consciously learn
Life isn’t a daydream what we see in our heads is not what’s perceived by our eyes,
But life is a mould to be cast by the heart of each person it’s generously given.
When Prima Lux first opened his eyes and Stellar erupted in heaven,
The stage was set for infinite life forms to star in the drama of life.
Mortal time is swift but each makes a mark in earth’s own chapter and verse,
And each shadow cast is removed as the spirit departs its physical shell.
Acts spawn from evil or derived from good the effects proceed the cause,
And the outward struggles are the barriers placed to conquer and inwardly grow.
You must learn from the errors that eventuated past let others make the mistakes,
The history books of fate hold the key to the consequence of deed.
Tempus Fugit my dear is a whirlwind that travels cruel, blind and unseen,
Weathering souls through my unending reign from above we see heartache and pain.
What you learn you must teach give with all of your heart your pleasure will be your reward,
And together we’ll build through the faults of the past a future for lives yet told.
Said Aeternus to her child,
For the world is awash with mortal mistakes and from them you must consciously learn
Life isn’t a daydream what we see in our heads is not what’s perceived by our eyes,
But life is a mould to be cast by the heart of each person it’s generously given.
When Prima Lux first opened his eyes and Stellar erupted in heaven,
The stage was set for infinite life forms to star in the drama of life.
Mortal time is swift but each makes a mark in earth’s own chapter and verse,
And each shadow cast is removed as the spirit departs its physical shell.
Acts spawn from evil or derived from good the effects proceed the cause,
And the outward struggles are the barriers placed to conquer and inwardly grow.
You must learn from the errors that eventuated past let others make the mistakes,
The history books of fate hold the key to the consequence of deed.
Tempus Fugit my dear is a whirlwind that travels cruel, blind and unseen,
Weathering souls through my unending reign from above we see heartache and pain.
What you learn you must teach give with all of your heart your pleasure will be your reward,
And together we’ll build through the faults of the past a future for lives yet told.
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