proclamation is non stoic
settling for bullshyt unworthy of my time
tired have i become of non triumphant fanfare
false trumpets do kings any good
greatness is my purpose
pursuing meaning in dark ghost filled kingdoms
killing my vision visiting those unwilling to see
selfishness within them selves
serving speedy satisfaction
suffer the little children who grew up believing
santa claus had forgotten them
tough does the heart become
bitter does the heart become
broken hearts can be undone
unlike stubborn grown men and christians
criticizing constantly the actions of others
only to realize that this life was meant to be lived
lovingly and with the liberty of free choice
choose ye this day whom ye will serve
surely the strong will choose
compassion and the unimaginable
unexplainable unlimited life giver
great light bearer; creator of all things
thankful am i for insight and understanding
unplugging myself and life from the impossible
idiocentric norms that limit self from seeing
superbly how wonderful this life really is
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