As always and once again
I gesture upward. As all is found faithful. He thinks that there is a breaking in such truth but sadly so. The truth follows and flows inside the water we drink. Our food fights the false we so frequently choose. Temporary victory, this is something from which we all suffer.
Truth rules outside of time. It comes up from being buried. It flys from our chains (and cuffs). It has no master though seeks to serve.
As do I. May I serve truth.
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