When The Wind Blows Through The Willow Trees, You Shall See The Rising Of The Seven Seas,
The Weather As We Know It, Shall Get Catastrophic Very Fast,
Strengthen Your Constitution, With Endurance For It To Last,
Many Who Were Born With Minds Of Great Strength,
Choose To Abuse Power, By Using It To Prank.
The Warrior Which Exists In Spiritual Form,
Will Soon Become Common, And Shall Be The New Norm.
If You Begin To Manifest, Abilities Too, It May Make You Think Your Going Crazy, For It Did This To Me, And Others, Which Amounts To Quite A Few,
To Change This World For The Better I See, Is Not Just A Choice, But My Duty And Destiny.
Abilities Of Supra Natural Nature, Are Not Granted Lightly, If They Were This World, Would Be Much Worse I Do Foresee.
Abuse Of Power Would Is What This Would Definitely Be
Such Things Occur Daily, By The System Of Monetary,
I Say These Things With The Truth That's In My Heart, The Awakening Has Begun, And Ascension Will Soon Accompany.
Brightest Blessings, Blessed Be
About the Creator
Kaylon Forsyth
I lost my wife back in 2019 and I started this as an outlet for my emotional expression in regards to the pain from the loss, it has helped me substantially since that time, and I have put great effort into all of my efforts since then.
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Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
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