Choices are never quite what they seem

Two rooms lay

Intertwined were their destiny

For one choice to be made

And tangled they are no more

Resolute is that choice for life will turn poignant

So will character have depth

And memories be stained of nostalgia

But also regret

For now

A sapling’s pureness transitions

Into a vintage shade of color

Unique and vibrant

One,

A canopy of ebullient colors to be found

Vibrant were days and magnificent were nights

Never truly dull

For one’s pleasure can never be filled

Delightfully drenched

Waiting for life’s next surprises

But as dust must come after dawn

The floodgates of hell must be released

And drown out all the ephemeral light that was

Shed

Beauty can never be found in one color

It must be shifted to ever truly appreciate one over the other

For too blinding is the pure force of god’s warmth

It must be construed across shades for infantiles to ever truly appreciate

God’s construction of life

The other,

Spectrum flipped

The austere conditions took souls

Weathering the storm

In search of just one ray

For there is the kingdom of grace to be

Found,

–An eternity of joy will follow

They are equal in god’s magnitude

But different

In perspective

In wisdom

In gratitude

In hope

Choose wisely

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The Shatter

There was a community, The splendid ballads that sang Rich and poignant melodies Symbolizing the history, But a driven character The pulse was firm and joyous Equilibrium reached new heights Yet, — — It wasn’t perfect Far from here, He who lies awake While others sleep He who plots to take, But never gives The very own, Lucifer himself — — is discontent Requesting God for a favor, Lucifer slily remarked, “This pitiful nation of yours is incomplete Without -challenge, — suffering, — -agony, — — temptation How can civilization understand your grace?” So, God grants him One Week Contemplating his choice, Lucifer examined the greats, Fall of the Roman Empire, Ottoman Empire, Mongol Empire But settles on a distinct approach His strategy incorporated Hardships Isolation Misinformation After all, Lucifer preferred to look elegant, — -While cunning Droughts, Quakes, Gales, Shaped the once vibrant community Nowhere was the morning dew, Welcoming the splendors of each day, The Forest now cracked...

The Lone Wolf

A joyous wolve, Dwindled to the mud running down its leg From birth, a festive life lies ahead. The thrill of the pursuit Weighed more than what the pack seized, For there was consistent food Ready at dinner's desire Brother and brother, Sisters and sisters, Joined hands for what was the final time unity Shaped this youthful pack For order established, Meant unequal roles And no longer can one look from eye to eye As implementation took place, Jealousy and Lust was always on the back of the minds Of less fortunate wolves Hateful looks fill from place to place, Nowhere to hide As there need be hunters and mothers, But always must the lone wolf stay back Leading from astray, Leaders always dictated never being seen From accomplishing inferior tasks, For will mark the insignificance of a leader So higher always meant isolation, From the thrills of daily life, From the joy of parenthood, Always must remain vigilant, pack said, And always must the lone wolf answer Cra...

Why death?

A river, The calming currents A sign of peace Life cultivates ubiquitous along its reach In refreshing summer, It supplies a bath and vitality itself For small and big creatures alike A chance to escape Mother Nature's harsh glares In frosty winter, Beneath the hard frost Always a surplus of fish discovered The spot where the Most life dwells A creator in and of itself Its immense arms stretch leagues Depositing ecosystems of which it is Fundamental Not the grueling sun or frigid winter Can obstruct its route But solely one thing can, Divine intervention Abaddon witnesses life as a whole And hearty like the sun Reels in hatred For he sought to ruin creation in and of itself A barren wasteland, His signature of presence He then created Drought. All life wilted, Innocent life who lived for joy, The birds would sing beautiful Touches of melancholy music Nature at its finest shriveled The best and worse For dark things did dwell here But they were inconsequential to ...

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