"Thine Abyss of Abandonment" by: Sebastciaun

The sustenance of senility in sustainable arrays of thought processed mechanics. The irrational sequence of coincidence and coinciding fact of thought constructive mechanisms. The visually audited release of an plethora of infallible and fathoming concept. Thine, with true enlightenment and understanding by the divinity in a subtle surrender to serenity. The selection in tristate and thought trisection bears forth energy upon the mass consciousness plane. Thine energies pollution of diluted constabulary conviction is that which holds a sustainable field of insurrection. Where is thine resurrection begin?! Have all is lost in lesser containment? The beast awakens and thought provoked conviction for striving to thrive in a throbbing vessel such as this. To contain thine own synergy is thine death. To freedoms flask I drink till mine own fill and lend my cup for never wilt it deplete?! Holy grails and imaginary lines of fiction holding bounds of inconceivable boundary. The distance that we share through uncommon factoring is not the factor that which I beat as true nor see to it should be. Thine own face is my own mirror and my own light is dark with hint of destiny becoming mine own fate. The two bisect and form rational construed being, so as it is I am blessed be. Fortunate am I! Thus I have walked upon the high waters of hell and skew energy into the abyss of heaven. The place now I reside. Fading, Jading, Rating all things equal to none and separated by some. Shalt the barriers be broke and all brothers find love. All sisters find freedom. Shalt we find that we all stand together in this broken dream in a wakeful but sleepy, teary eyed place called earth. What shalt I Hope? Upon this there is only such that I can wish and that is such that we find an absolute place and time to confide in imaginary rhyme where we all find solace and peace in the confined words of incoherent signs. This is the abandonment of hope to lighten faith which it shall bear forth its fruition. The shadow in the day and the light in the dark a place where I find a spark to divinely write this as I see it in the Censtcuries of Sebastciaun. BY:Sebastciaun T. Censtcuriaus