Triumph comes with age
But virtuosity, you are born with…
Maybe

To keep a secret between three men, two of them have to be dead
But then there exists no secret …
maybe

God is here, but we just don’t see him
So why did he bless us with eyes…
Who knows

You see the future
But yet you have no answer
And you still have to live it
So therefore your breathing…
Yes

Time is a monument of memory
Time is the entity of entirety
And time is what holds inevitable mystery

Shadows are the replication of our soul
And shadows are there wherever we go …
Or maybe not

Love has no color
Neither does hate
At least this is something they have in common
Both indifferent and incapable of satisfying

Greed is in the mind of the envious,
But also the smart ones
And to kill someone with kindness…
never worked

Believe it or not
This is what it is

The characteristics of wonder, exploration, and
Life.

Philosophy once described a man stuck in a cave
And even then he escaped to truth …
He saw his life begin

Truth is value
It is what preserves belief
Or sanctifies a virgins purity

The sea holds our sins
The grave holds the forgotten
And The mountains hold our strength

The sun holds our fire
And This life…
This life is our desire

Believe it or not….
We hold the strengths of belief in god…
At least most

Therefore he exists…
Even though we cannot see him

The three men…
They have a secret

Virtuosity isn’t always…
Born

And life…
The sea, sun, god, and time…
We are what believes in life…
God just created it.
 
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