Monumental breath of an art
Timeless as infinity,
Wondering moons of unknown fate
As i behold the moment birthed.
Thoughts of thine heart
Reflected in ink
Just like the blink that says athousand words,
Words whose curves attract the thief
A choice only but a few render
Frail a heart with void coated eyes
Beneath the shadow of an eagles wings
Are but fops talking on eggshells
Bewildered guests to a walking dream
Those whose flesh accept thorns,
Blossom in the sweet fragrance of life's rose
Who decides one's fate mortal man?
For we are but beings spiritual accountable to God
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