the validity of my epiphany has sovereign authenticity. the sorrow of my morrow is cause for favor to gallows. the essence of my present is neither incandescent nor pleasant. the crash of my past is translucent as a looking glass. there is no mystery in my constant misery. a story of false glory. but there is a hope that i grope. a place where God and peace elope. the tranquility of Gods soliloquy inherited to me. A voice of reason, of a voice of passion. An axiom that's everlasting...
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