Cynicism the last bastion of the cynic
The self proclaimed critic
With a advocating doctrine with motives
marginalising one certain kind of action
Realism is the only lasting object for the pragmatist
That protected zone in ones self made country
The practicality of actual concepts
In the literal sense of truth
Idealism is the horde of ideology
The designated state for martyred minds
To struggle and forged there radicalised ideals
To restore dignity
And bestow honour to those who have earned it has a reward
and not by there character alone
To have and held and to recognise by self worth
Not by self importance to the contrary
To have that standing
And deserve those symbols that where given
To have served and taken those just rewards
And earned that grace through a virtuous light
That was your right this was you’re oath
To walk that path as men before you had
To never be enslaved by your'e words
To never by wronged by you’re actions
Nobility the segregation of the classes
The breed set apart in all known societies
The separation by birth not by moral guidance
The legal separation of church from the people
The cessation of powers not by ideals or fair conduct
This is what we call an Annulment of faiths
This would be exaltation without grace
This would mean sins as meaning virtues
The privilege in having more and never knowing any less
Never knowing the line of you’re ancestry
but only through hereditary concessions
The belief that being noble is a state of grace
Is as true as any other ignoble saying he is an elite
by status not by his position
True love can not be easily described nor can It be acquired
Love can easily be imagined by the imaginative
in there own space less imaginations
But imagination is not truth nor can be spoken as such
That can be taken literally or something for which can be sought after
as knowledge of knowing such forces that are primitive and native to reason
Dream a dream and you will become that dream
Live a nightmare and you will live a nightmare of you’re own
Love is the Eros of scorned affections counting the seconds
since they held those moments in there hands for one last time
The activity of love is the practise of physical attraction alone
The true attributes of love are as far spread as the universe
you can hear in my own laughter
Love can be conquered why?
Because it can neither rise or fall
Love can consume why?
Because as limits on how long it can endure a soul or heart
Limitations are the ailments of fragile minds
Love is no more truth than you an I being true
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