The pawn moves along in careful ponder, to cease a flame from tearing beyond. Seeing skies that exist no longer, dangling fates that train the odds. The shattered glasses, the trembling talons. In faith, in love and then in pain. The lonely lands. The crawling waters. To seek, to search and then to find. Quiet oceans tell him hesistance, peaceful rivers made up in haste. The cold perception, the tiring grip. In faith, in hope and then in death.
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by a perspective that relies on the author of Truth...
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