A Set Full of Suns

running towards the piece of peace I’m uncertain of it’s arrival on my end where I’m able to conduct a connection with myself and my familiarity with my happiness in a place as self righteous as humanity’s standpoint of such things as being here in reality.

By Keanna Barry Published 4 years ago • 1 min read

The belief of ‘believers’ not sawing off sorrows in our days nor for what we do,

by how we live, who we are in attempts at congress live on in our failures in compliance,

are ones where wishfully dreaming for something beautiful leads utter longed existences,

whom built such cruel opened & closed doors holding wicked powers,

leaning towards paths upkeeping metaphorical darknesses,

lighting up clouds hiding the skies in complete attempts,

that are poetically shy of expressing why crimes suitably dishonest dismay glory,

weakening on by vicious souls conquered by the times love of the world comes to life.

Enjoy your stay while taking my articles to heart.

Although i am an unprofessional advocate for world peace and human rights as I heavily believe in myself to carry through with a lot of dedication.

Thank you for your patience and interest.

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