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   clouded skys ,rain drops to the the ground.
  the earths thurst is a quenching rain....
  man is exspanding atmostpheric doemain stretching
  the ozone that so rounds the eturnal life of 
  a living place of anceint dreams...as epideural
  protection, weakening the sheild bent lite in 
  reflect...the trees of the years made in dedication
  removed by a glance and a hand from a thought 
  for not....trees condence the atmosphere a theremal
  exchange of earth to air...in the space for inbetween
   love of is love for now let your love be seen.
  in all of time it is all of now 
  note whorthy thoughts from a the voices of ago.
   as yesterdays slip through a loop of today
  under cover nature speaks as above is below
   all things from grace earths ballance a narrow
 path made wide.
  a sword a blindfold a equal as a woman waits the
  guardian of all time. in words not spoke 
  a picture shows whats to happen as its set to stone
   the science we develope,is going to be found
 the lord of above is the lord of all around
  more laws will be less,ledgitimete the founders
  intent lawmakers false pretence man stands the place
  where god can deliver...experiance of time isnt in 
  the shadow... its the light of all time,the answers
  we seek are in the minds of all people, in like of
  all things in like one of another three things it 
  take so three things well bring hopes faith is   
  knowlegde as only a careing mind will have the eyes 
  that see. as a hearths mind will have the ears
   there is no danger that a fear will escape 
 in the challange of disorder arangments will be made
  caculate early and heavens got no gate,for tiered   
  eyes and wiery hearts this time was known and more
   in as much as we are here now..we are here evermore
   we live in the everlast, thats first and now you  
  know,no one to be discounted .
  the lady holds the shadow.
  if man turns his back her sword will open his eyes
  and not from conempt for sorrow she full knows..
   in times of before pain for life she knows.
  in the life of the giving her duty she is bound.
   the choices man make may they think of her divine
   there is much time more than is needed and in   
   intrest youll find, simple are these trouble
   profits in the ballaince growth in hearts equity.
    try truthful diligents all things have been place 
   just for the right of a hearts placed mind.
   let not your fear for it is truthfully a lie
   a gift is the heaven found from a god givin mind
   like like like ,whats more youll not find, love has
   been waiting with you space in mind is time  
    
    
  path
     
  
 
   
  tells 
   
  justice
 
  
   
   
     


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Posted: 2013-09-14 04:17:35 UTC

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