Honor at last!
Souls of tomorrow seed upon todays generation.
Our future is diligent but what about the worthless?
Do they endure the times or do they succumb to waste and worry?
I sent a letter to a blind man and he opened it at once.
Souls that do not worry ask for mindless favors at the cost of reluctance to follow the sword in battle.
But that said, There is a future for the merry.
Just as the average launch a kite into the stratosphere.
So too does the angry launch a candle into the soul of a wise and happy soul.
But fret thee not.
There is a powerful force at large.
And its candle is thrust into the depth of human interest.
So that tomorrow we can guide the future into the erect darkness of our own capacities.
Say to the French Maiden that she is beautiful.
But save your graces in the heat of despair.
I sense that tomorrow is the day of reckoning.
But today is always at hand.
Save me from the storm that awaits the complete and fruitful.
But honor my dignity if it so be pleasing to you who watch our way.
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