I have heard the boast of fools. I have been the fool in discourse. Only in the suttle season when I became deaf did I not hear. For in that time, Truth was as a sword to ram the inners of my soul. I hid my head trying to ignore that which was in front of me. Yet to no avail. Again I closed my eyes. Blinded by my own intent. I raved as the madman. Spueing forth the vile contents of a darked soul. Only to frighten those I came to reach. Confused by desire. Yet what is the desire? Am I to believe the blind can lead the blind? Am I to believe that nothing is worth more than gold? Alas, I am a fool. For I folly in a land of fools. Blind to the freedom in front of me. For this is not my home. I was only put here to learn. My learning only a circle in the mist of desire. For when I gave up my desire. I truly saw God. For he is, and all that I thought was shall soon pass away. Riches upon riches, yet not to last more than my last breath. And my desires only the illusion put on me from my earthly birth. To lose all upon my death. Truly it was never mine. Only the spirit I've become shall move on. And my soul can be drug down only by the want of things desired. For freedom from this world is to know it is but an illusion to upon my death pass away.
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