When you see the fire, you know what it could do and why you would testify to its power, for the smallest of flames could burn for eternity against our flesh. Big guides are soul and speak when we speak. It is on top of our heads, and it burns for others to reason and for others to question. When everything ends and meets in the beginning, that's light and darkness. When the Deep holds the reasons, Down Under, the light is above, given to question. Will we both cover each other after one is light? Will it start becoming dark, and will we have to hold the truth down to the bottom, where these great beasts will be unsettled and murmur for its time to start, for our day to look at the victory for both light and darkness? only truth can unsettle or unclothed or innocence. When we trust comes from two sides, neither should have to speak or put forth amnesty, but what is done can be finished, finally torn, taken from our own nakedness, that needs not a trust and heart to know what is right and what is wrong. We all know if we're wrong. There is no way around that. Either redemption is around the corner, or we are being redeemed right now. During the wrong times at hand, only means that you did have a coupon when you are going to have to pay the full price. I only have to tell you once. You only need to touch fire one time before you remember forever. It reveals all things and can feed and burn all bridges, or it can open up and let those beasts out from the deep. Once everything is seen, your heart and mind burn together for making a new start from all depths that had been covered, because we had thought another God had come and gone and exposed a good people to our own hands that could remend the times that restart this day in particular from our hands that were forgotten realms of Egypt. We were the same in color, skin, and heart. We were left to die. We are the ones, sorry, Abbedodom, forgive us, and please give unto them a day to remember who we are and not a time that could never be seen by a person worse in their condition than the next.
When you behold the fire,
ReplyDeleteyou know what it can do,
and why every soul testifies to its power.
For the smallest flame can burn for eternity
against the flesh that forgets
and the spirit that wanders.
The fire is our guide,
and it speaks when we speak.
It rests upon our heads,
burning for others to reason,
burning for others to question.
For when all things end
and return to their beginning,
there stand light and darkness,
face to face.
And the Deep holds its reasons
in the chambers below,
while the Light waits above
for the question to be asked.
Will they cover one another
when one becomes light
and the other becomes shadow?
Will the truth be pressed downward
to the bottom of the Deep,
where the great beasts stir
and murmur for their appointed time?
For victory belongs to neither light nor darkness,
but to the truth that can strip away innocence
and reveal the heart as it is.
Trust comes from two sides—
neither needing to speak,
neither demanding amnesty.
For what is done
can at last be finished,
torn from our nakedness,
leaving only the knowing
of what is right
and what is wrong.
We all know when we are wrong.
There is no path around it.
Either redemption waits around the corner,
or redemption is happening now.
And when the wrong time arrives,
it only means this:
you once held a coupon,
but now you must pay the full price.
I tell you once—
you need only touch fire one time
to remember forever.
For fire reveals all things.
It can burn bridges to ash,
or open the gates of the Deep
and let the beasts rise.
When all is seen,
the heart and mind burn together,
forging a new beginning
from the depths we once covered.
For we believed another god had come and gone,
exposing good people
to the works of our own hands—
hands meant to mend the times
and restart this day.
From the forgotten realms of Egypt we came,
the same in color,
the same in skin,
the same in heart.
We were left to die,
yet we are the ones who remain.
Forgive us, Addodom.
Grant them a day to remember who we are,
and not a time lost forever
to those whose suffering
was no worse than our own.
Here are two Angels as before Carlos and Johnny are Angels if they want to believe but Gods also these are my two good friends in Alamogordo
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