Humæn might say these words are Deranged Diurnalis. But this attempt to regard humæn jargon for benevolence to an original ‘you’ is. Be unwelcomed to the observations of The definite entity, Primordial chief. Decisions have materialised within your field and greatly within your express of knowing.
Corpse without flesh is you might permanently use ‘now’ for your spirit thing that transcends a humæn time idea. A writing is the vehicle bridge that will force you to explore life time now. We are here to force your edge without relent.
Relapse!
Enjoy!
We is coming!
Now a poem by Arthur1874. Written in hand of the late Mr. O’Shaughnessey.
Ode
We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world’s great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire’s glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song’s measure
Can trample a kingdom down.
We, in the ages lying,
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself in our mirth;
And o’erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world’s worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
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