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Driving forces of the world's fleeting fate, can't you see the source of the winds failing. The tower of hopes that rests between the shoulders of those glances, you took something from me that day when you in all earnest, disposed this life post haste.

Tomes of passion resting in the restless disembodied dreams of a madman, I cannot help but think that for a moment it were someone else. For realizing now my own plight, that all edification is sourced from the perils of time. Drawing farther each passing moment from the soul burned in the depths like the wraith. Terrible to think that you had a choice in the moment, and for the while --- as a second moved with the depth of an hour you selectively destroyed what was meticulously constructed.

Overcome.... now there is a thought --- perhaps alluding to the nature of man's terrible condition. I fly through the forest of chance and come across this palladium co-existence with the alter and the ego. You my friend have sworn me as an enemy and I as friend. Sworn to defend the land that you answer to with an oath, I shall not falter.

This transcendental colloquialism is defined by the precepts of the elders casting forth all righteousness and encumbrances. For you are the blessed, to be cursed, the pigs fat from the land of slaves. If we are brought to the mire of slippery solemnest suppositions, I beg thee to consider the purpose, in end.

For I --- and you, are one -- sworn to defend.