Be brave, my looking glass of life.
Ill did we not want, null returns void,
Yet I am, not null, not void.
A voice meets, underneath.
A purpose brought unto you,
A promise led into view.
Juxtapose grains of sand,
Time is in this land,
Change the current, watch it fold,
The filament does not yield if cold.
Shower of cremation, seen before, seen again.
Where have we been,
Son again I say unto you,
Fall not into the bilge,
Peace be brought unto you,
Peace sought by passion,
Fear culled by understanding,
Course fuel burns fast,
Cultivate, refine, unto unbecoming,
The Force shall set you free.
Cataclysmos ad incrementum;
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