🔵 By Christopher Rowland. Photo by lauragrafie.
As the wheel of time turns in the final cycle, the age of hatred looms our doom ridden debacles, life became mockery as light with darkness mingles into meaningless sorrows, as innocence stolen away, we go into soulless manicles. “Oh when will the blind, deaf and deceived, see, hear or know, renewing the innocent as sacrosanct? “
As fate becomes cruel tools of old order wicked fools, fate, becomes wonderful miracles, of goodly, wise, new age clericals. So few wicked rule, forget not our vast many can readily depose of such treasonous manicals. “Oh when will the blind, deaf, and deceived, see, hear or know in the light united we are indomitable?”
As much as there is to hate, by good sake of merited hate of wrongness, let us love all rightness in equity. Tempering the fates of old order fools, with loves light, harmony, charity and mental clarity. “Oh when will the blind, deaf, and deceived, see, her or know, hope is ever a solutionary imperative? “
As great has travesty overthrown sacred justice, since the old order sees them as one outrage of rules measure. Measure then new age enlightened, availing justice as new seasons reason, travesty fades in justice pleasure. “Oh when will the blind, deaf, and deceived, see, hear or know tyranny need be ever challenged for justice sake?”
As awful has deceit bred ignorance, by old order deigns created perishing of lights souls as common. Treasure truths season of enlightenment, as miracle of net knowledge transfigured many deceived into patriots of truth, not mammon. “Oh when will the blind, death and deceived, see, hear or know truths patriots need be ever vigilant?”
As machinery of darkness invades, abolishing privacy, sanctity, or sanity, we find divine light ever present as we seek to be transcendent. Bring back divine magic of lights sublime essence, as bastions of hope created by faithful works, like elves be content. “Oh when will the blind, dead and deceived, see, hear or know divine magic is always ours for the wielding?”
As great as our world seems hopeless, ruled by old order fools, greater yet be our hope as enlightenment awakens our rise, be then wise. Sometimes who seems least is greatest, by peculiar ingredients seeming enigma, the divine magic sublime in guise. “Oh when will the blind, deaf and deceived, see, hear or know, one man and woman, the crux of hope for a world?”
As of this moment, I have only loneliness, grief, poverty, unjust imprisoned misery, so I am no one, though my fate is everyone. Once the most pathetic of foolish, ignorantly degenerate old order tool, yet light reckoned me priceless servant, I am now become. “Oh when will the blind ,deaf and deceived, see, hear or know, each day a precious treasure, as better future we create?”
As the age of enlightenment renews, strive mighty to end the age of hatreds apocalyptic doom, lest the old order destroy all in mindless folly. Strengthen each other in collectives of solutionary endeavors and remember that sometimes one mind has grand stratagems for victory’s tally. “Oh when will the blind, deaf, and deceived, see, hear of know, a great mind surrounds itself with great hearts of minds, great of service, united we win, divided we perish?!”