Events become fruitless over lies and thoughts.
The old wither but the new arise to the long awaited, yet unforeseen demise of a short lasted sanity, comprised of even the slightest wisdom.
From time before, an idea would draw hope and yet be deceived, by those who wait are those who shun light.
But these of hope will prevail in the advance of the unseen, because of blindness.
The deeds may define a portion, but a born nature defines possibilities.
Truth is revealed only through faith in prevailing oppositions that demolish the untrained sense.
Advantage leans farther out of existence, as the story of time is narrated through consequence.
Determination is and becomes hate that corrupts purpose. Occurence passes, time retires. Years to months constructed by days are done.
Though passings of cycle decays over night.
Relation will guide the bitter helpless.
For with this guidance brings greater tiding at deeply lessened perfection, the frailness of standard prepetually resumes.
Only through beauty with grace will a helping exploit be agknolledged.
Consumed by difference, destested memories will become fearful prediction.
Wonder will tease fate to defenate disagreance, resulting in eternal conflict of will.
What seems of descent priority is a canceiled misleading view.
Only utilization of knowledge and daunting carelless subtleties will leave remnance.
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