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They

They

Blinded by their own hindsight,
Foresight they look to see.

Forever dim they remain in the limelight of past cities;
Ancient fortresses built with guile and support.

Fortifying mysteries for the centuries;
Ages have passed and still they meddle in the past!

Crucifying the truth when it came;
Now digging it up because of fate.

Destiny?!
Some would say,
that,  they were the Ones lighted with luminous decay!

I care not for fallacy or times of passed Ages for it is not they that knew!
For it I that strive past the destiny and fate of a broken reflection!
To harness the energy of what One cannot retain is the Fallacy of Nature.
What good I say unto thee is it to possess and never use?!

Is it better to be a fool without fear? or a wise One without heart?
Careless for they, I rant and rave on strides of fallacy they implore thee!

Not to stricken any of the nature that be, but to strengthen the blessings we each retain inside of you and me.

They are who not control I, It is I!
I, that empower me, and control only the reflections I cast with my pocket full of mirrors!
Conform not to any of my ways!
A desolate decay the mindless slaves.

Always striving, they are heartless and preserve their faith to use another Day!
Faith destroys hope and that is what fuels action to change.

Futility a disease that will never plague the essence of me!  
They will never hold a candle wilted kiss to my presence!
Omnipresent and Omnipotent They may claim!
Come to my side, and you'll endure to finish the Ride!

It is not I that care for they, In reality it is they.....
That really Care for I.

For without I, they really are not They,
Powerless I leave them in my path I lay.
To pick up and carry own for the future.
The future Ones that will pick my place and stare!
At my ingenuity of dainty dare!

Advanced not are they!
So it is I plea on this Day!
That it is not I that care for They!



Love;

Sebastciaun T. Censtcuriaus

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Posted by Sebastciaun on Sunday, March 09, 2008 3:09 AM
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