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Sit Alone and Debate
Sit alone and debate,
From within the way to see
The many ways which one can be.
In the eloquence of a moment’s rest,
In the epiphany of tomorrow’s test.
Stand aright in dignity’s hour,
For without to be within
Brings the danger driven bin,
To define and believe to be
Is to diminish and cease to sin.
As the swallow swoops to swim,
So the monkey dupes with gin.
Like the rain drops glisten dew,
So the spirit shimmers blue,
At which the Spring sun shines, anew.
That which beckons light divine
Will bring forth the marching swine.
To then state the victim’s pride
Is to peel the apple rind,
To be judged without consent
Brings forth ruin in blind descent.
Roots grow deep within the void
As lies seed air to throne.
Many follow the inherent path
Like sheep graze carrots for a lack of math.
Cast not down the fear within.
Embrace not outward sin deprived
For lust be not the eagle’s end
But dust will settle for a lack of wind.
Ride the aftermath of pride
And one will follow blind desire,
End the freedom’s way to side
Flowering upward with fruit divide.
Embrace with love the unity
And fall not once to victim’s eye,
Rather live with heart entwined
Like fallows of the seeded vine.
From within the way to see
The many ways which one can be.
In the eloquence of a moment’s rest,
In the epiphany of tomorrow’s test.
Stand aright in dignity’s hour,
For without to be within
Brings the danger driven bin,
To define and believe to be
Is to diminish and cease to sin.
As the swallow swoops to swim,
So the monkey dupes with gin.
Like the rain drops glisten dew,
So the spirit shimmers blue,
At which the Spring sun shines, anew.
That which beckons light divine
Will bring forth the marching swine.
To then state the victim’s pride
Is to peel the apple rind,
To be judged without consent
Brings forth ruin in blind descent.
Roots grow deep within the void
As lies seed air to throne.
Many follow the inherent path
Like sheep graze carrots for a lack of math.
Cast not down the fear within.
Embrace not outward sin deprived
For lust be not the eagle’s end
But dust will settle for a lack of wind.
Ride the aftermath of pride
And one will follow blind desire,
End the freedom’s way to side
Flowering upward with fruit divide.
Embrace with love the unity
And fall not once to victim’s eye,
Rather live with heart entwined
Like fallows of the seeded vine.
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