A compilation of compositions, a life in letters too soon forgotten. Old sentences and phrases lie scattered about, the sentences falling to the floor, and their letters scattered among the dust.
Feelings and logic do battle, they clamor at the gate. Too few problems solved, too many to count, left to unravel.
Sentences both spoken and written, they float alone out in the cosmos. It is wisdom that is afloat, and it comes only hard fought. For Wisdom whispers her secrets to you in your ear, but you do not heed the call.
Lies come hardest, they weave their tapestries like evil spiders. Although truth lies covered with these webs, Truth is light, truth is life, and truth never moves. Small thoughts like an inconvenience, mix within what your mind can hold, but they can only cloud truth for so long, because truth will have it's way.
Truth you see is eternal, because truth is life, and by God's plan, life is eternal. But lies float blindly in the wind, for there is no life with lies, with lies is only death.
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