As the wheels of time hurtle on fast ever onwards,
And as the cicatrices of every age are slowly earned,
Let the light of the eternal flame learn to shine-
As in the hidden and mysterious recesses of time,
The treasures of validity become fully enshrined.
Head banging in the circles of loss and reward-
Within the dreams and slaughter of killing hordes,
We should paint the world of realisation as an award.
Soothe the strong of earth in gentle truth,
Soothe the ancient and old in the infinite new.
J.Bibi
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