Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for violence and mature content.
A/N: Mostly about the meaning of pain: How you can go through once for a small period of your life, and never have to go through much grief ever again.
Sentimentality creeps up of each time in superfluous days. . .
The Ruler had smiled and we together flocked thr’u screenings
Upon the Balconies; trading sorrows & benefits overlooking
But the garden sat in the withering sun
Strung out in fidgety spurts of discontent; Everything it all took a strange,
twist of Fate To have Golden Light prevail
The Sultan once asked me How I thought
the best way was to create real contact on my life’s pilGr-image
Well I’ll have to think about that:
(i mean it did seem like all my toil was a self-cosmetic thing:
Surely, oh surely my daily bread...
Have you any way to make profit day after day after day?
Hey now, If you’re alluding I’m too weak or maladroit or idle--
I felt some spark of resentment frak my chest, fast for my neck
A concerned look sank my Friend’s face
Unfurled fingers moved to increase my shoulder’s Health
I shifted, my vision gripping the outskirts of the Province. The mountains were melting coldly along with the close of another day of Tailored Convention & Invariable Activity.
I continued looking Forward, and not the blessings at my Back
I study & study, and I conduct affairs of the estate:
Have I not been instructed by the best, Father, and is the counsel I have received
Not sufficient to tend to my own freehold,
moored by good judgment to keep my compass
Surely, You can take in another pupil, surely there’s another…
(i glanced back from the burnished heavens)
He didn’t look pleased.
The day is only beginning, seeing as you ask for a New Dawn.
A Tall Order
of pulverizing pats creased Abruptly! across my back.
Guards, A sudden stone-faced beck went forth, as the lucent sky lionized Him
Make sure he’s well-fed, and Torture him at random intervals
Dad, dad! what’s going on!??
We’ll still be in the same house.
Escorts interlocked rough forearms & made a fast_=-ened of mine
You’ve never acted like this before! ‘On my own’ didn’t mean leave me alone!
Why must I treat the crypt as a home?? Don’t you want the best for your son?
I can still hear his voice, Abide below, from the droppings of my roost Above
All my knowledge mystified & disappointed, I lay in a heap, confounded to the earth’s ends
Oftentimes I try my best to catch wind purely of his footsteps,,,
[-[aarebrained, & roasted by blustery ape-filled nights I caught on to what it means
to be a Prince
That in order to foster the Kingdom United, I had to experience firsthand the fever
of impediments, the rage, the crick & cramp & every deflation in the polysemous plight
hunting each of its confined inmates.
Only one of a doubly patient & compassionate spirit is fit for the Throne Seat’s cushion
My father must’ve also first w?$(3or med his way through this stomach
Ah! these delirious oppressions! but after a season of predisposed submission
my inflexible places become deadenD & greatly rephormed in osmosis of penetration
I then was lifted from the chamber & recompensed, along with full Personal Potential
To live is to die, and to die is to live
preoccupied within my aspirations, I had remained walking on air, but outsight of Royal Grounds
souls walked scared stiff
my Shepherd let me long drink inside palace walls, then revealed in a blunt swipe of my
H-how, how precious, in my CupBoard it was standard stock; how inestimable for the
it floored me, the cost of a king’s Ransom, that I should hobble about in Passionate
here’s My King’s punch, On bended knee_.-. also the ever-culminating dishes
do service to a perishing bunch arousing day in day out, with ALL Their mIghT... to fo
ment one spark
One zinging spear of magic between two ensconced souls
And Father God!!! with just one converSEnsaTional smile implies this
how heavy, heavy, heavy is that halberd
when humanity's dynasties of love
Coll,a ps e
in powdery fro~t’h~ at mile markers unexpected
If they’ll ever deal with this
I'll Tell them
Tell them one thing:
I Am Wisdom.
I Am exempt
I Am So muCH Higher
The facts are you Couldn't
Couldn’t touch me
unnn less I wanted you to
But I Am wisdom, and I won’t stay high if
you’ll go low
The docile shall inherit substance, play forever; but whoso raised their Bow at my verdicts
Sword I was the enemy & crossed me far off; will skiver themselves not
just in one choice (it no doubt took a culmination)
To wake far from their Buzzez & Apexes, crowned up on a spiker, flaying forever.
Why should you revoke your Sympathizer?
Think of my cordons & kimonos Gli’tt’ring in the torchlights & you can dance
in the dungeon dank, and breathe
Operator! You still send couriers to me!
even in the grime I'll dream I'm
Spending Time with you
No matter how the rats be tracking undertow
guard you can’t beat out of me, ex`cept
the concern I’ll ne’er forget which was lashed the same into ye, my