Now to touch the wind. Lost souls unaware of the truth before them. Yet all must end. Or is death only the begining of lifes true reality?
Hail oh priest, Watcher of that only seen by saints. Wisdom truely sent down from God. Within the minds of men, Seen as someone odd. To find he was his son. And doves to land in recognition.
What more shall my eyes see before death removes my piece from lifes board.......And how shall I make up for what has been. As it is now but a memory.....
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