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Rippling Currents: Part 1


Crashing turning
Chaos Refining
Rumbling and Moaning
with the sky simply, disowning.

In the pitch of darkness
hope yet rises
you determining the starkness
for only the ONE recognizes.

Do you recognize yourself
so hard is it to know oneself,
is it not?
Oneself decides if it was for naught.

Crashing turning
Chaos Refining
Rumbling and Moaning
with the sky simply disowning.

Wet from tears
not of thy own
for the ground only cheers
for it is their backbone.

That hallowed greenbone
of which we all have sown
into hearts and land
for that is YOUR brand.

Brand defining,
are you whining,
or are you refining,
cause you are constantly designing.

 

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