articfalcon: Where wilt thou oh sacred truth find me a path to lead vacant ears to drink?
So that the hollowness of emptiness may be filled with gleeming souls awaiting for the promise of a new day to shine with the mornings dawn early light.
articfalcon: Where wilt thou oh sacred truth seek out a resting place for folly to sit and be still?
So that in our time may we fair make friends of devotion and honor while slothful wills make mockery of kindness and youth.
Articfalcon: rest not until the blood of all evil has shed and spilled into there bottomless souls...rest not oh
happy clown
articfalcon: so that they may know that life is alive and well
Ah, compromise.
Hawk: It’s easy to act joyous, its another thing to achieve such a word and or feeling
Hawk: I choose to diminish my senses and relax a little
articfalcon: but a clowns foolishness confounds even the
Articfalcon or the humblest of wise
Hawk: we are stuck inside our own machines, apparitions
articfalcon: Achieving joy is a journey we must follow and become its very essence. Just like we choose to give up and surrender to what things that care less of our hopes and happiness.
articfalcon: or become the things we despise for the lesser
of our expense of wishing and wanting without faith
Hawk: we despise most things simply cause we don’t understand them....
Hawk: remember that....
articfalcon: we must strengthen ourselves and by this we must see where we are weak first and then gently be lifted up away to the place where we all belong as human beings
articfalcon: follow me says the truth
Hawk: to deaf ears?
Hawk: I think not....
articfalcon: for those who hear will choose to follow or lead to water when they are in need to drink when there is thirst. And all require quenching regardless of stubborn refusal or disregard of the inevitable truth.
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