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Sunken seeds of fruits
only quenched by lakes
An upward struggle
through mountainous earth
If acsension suceeds
only sandstorms await
If heavens are sought
rain turns acidic
Even through potential grace
supernovas become kinetic
Only in darkness of time
the answer must rely
But the minutes of failure
keep the ability to fly
Now aeons of children
fall from the sky
But none will be given
the right to die.

Amy Casey "fences"

Elevation into the great self's unkown
A new hell all on its own

This great veil undermining shadows
These white walls undermining sunshine

Mother's eartquakes breathe only light treble
Almost peacfully driven to suffocation

Demonic handymen operate the earth auger
Ascension will last forever

I used to think...

that purpose could be attained through an external source. I have realized that purpose is only realized through internal conflict and/or self-experience. Once I was able to pull the roots out of my equation, it became much easier to see life from a different perspective. The unfortunate irony is that now with my eyes finally wide open, I feel at more often than not the want and need to close them from my new reality. In the end I now know that the land of confusion has been taken for granted... so many people know not the many truths they strive to unravel within their ugly souls.