Blinded by twisted veracities I left, rescinded, replete with fear. The tacit words I could not perceive, oblivious to the screams of truth through this, the splendour of whispered insanity.
Twisting ever further down I realised my providence was to be left to drown, new whispers, this time from in me were sent to abet to set me free.
And so here again I stand in this sweet court in this sweet land, a new journey at my feet with lucidity of what must be, a lucidity based not on them but me.
To love, to honour and to obey are the sweet petitions from yesterday when we were ingenuous and full of bliss. Values, followed blindly, I could not see ‘til this, such inspiration, set me free.
Barticus
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