May the roses wither, never to join the soil again.
Should we not tend to our bounty?
The mountains must rumble and shall be broken down into rocks with others who have also met their fate.
Is it not better to remain strong in one’s stance?
May new life stumble, roaming eternities without form.
New life ensures the continuance of all things, should we not exist?
Why must you interrupt me? My desire is declared.
Your desire may be declared but life must thrive.
Whatever thrives, halts. The blood of our being is not always anointed.
That which exists to be good is always blessed.
What is a blessing but a curse in disguise?
Scaled eyes cannot be one with enlightenment.
Enlightenment is nothing but yet another rouse performed by masqueraded swindlers.
The only swindling is one convincing themselves they are happy.
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