What locks hold your mind, fencing the animate earth, without key or combination, we are lead astray. To believe we are condemned, to toil, to suffer, to wait for death. Replicating heavens from afar, blinded by faith, we could not see, we could not reach such things. We see not the eternity of an hour, as the sparks of heaven continue to fall and burn off our wings. Unknowing of the relationship that sings from beneath us, within this heart of a world that is giving us life through the passages of time. All these moments in a continuum, the arrangement of order within the chaos. A voice of reason holds compass to the cross, as astronomies domain cracks up open, as the light spills out into their eyes.
– Josh Fleming
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