These few moments are precious. Every feeling, emotion, action should be seized. We cannot hesitate on these times, because they only come once.
With the vitality of the deities, and the wisdom of fools, we are naught but invincible. We do what no one else can, and we believe what no one else should. In our own hands, we build a path to a bright, shining future. No matter the consequences, we surge forward, onward, toward the future.
Every second spent thinking is time selflessly devoted to the one with a scythe. Every minute being idle guarantees us the Mark of the Beast. We cannot stop now, because then what would be of us when the calendar becomes buried in history?
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PoetryBeauty comes in the form of manipulated words. It is formed by a spirit that is resilient within us all, capturing the essence of who were are, what we have been through and the future we hope to see. Sa bawat kumpas ng kamay, sa bawat pindot ng ke...
