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Noah and the Sea

In to this state of mind, for more, if sane.
Living right, openly and peering to no vane.
Take me oh brethren for my hands are astray,
alluding two points and leaving a way,
for only my ignorance can make me this way-- 

Blessed be, an almighty wisdom a'course!

Spreading the photons where light is stowed.
Dancing trees with a golden glow!
I may just have to query all I have missed.
For a newly refined trip to the bottom of abyss. 

Can we bring the heady mystics to their gates?
Should we now eliminate the unloving with our all eternal fate?
Can we create a more perfect order?

The heavens begin to breathe.

Believer of truth and trouble no more,
hope filled hearts,
the horizon asunder!

Where we established the white and came from the knowledge,
We trek through the higher midst and eliminate with a conscience.

Two of the same attraction and one of a new feeling.

If we could have shaken the tree of its fruit, we could create only an instance,
We need this space to chime now, to sing and glorify.
For the water and its fruit is the beginning of our own destiny..

Let us live in the glorious awakening of our living spirits and love will flow through our being in the most present state of righteous deeds and just action.
Freeing then our own shackles.

Give gifts freely and simply.
Make our words only in pure kindness and affection.

Let affliction go and become one in the Lord our savior, for he alone is the holy one- he alone is the most high.
Christ is our staff and our guidance in full disclosure.
He is our smile and laughter.

We push on since he has given us every freedom, we need nothing- for he has filled our hearts.
Brimming in joy, and kindness of age.
He is about 36 and of perfect inflection.
His tonality is never broken and his emotion reaches beyond the gates.
His risen figure is a secret we can have, and it's nothing ridiculous. Here, we understand our own death. 
And without diminishing power, but earthly prowess in a loving earth and prosperous people.

His fruit is polished within the sweetness of virtue, 
An appeal we may make, is pulled with the gravity of a feathery fall.
For we are forgiven. 

Proving, for man can never kill.

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