Silence to Senses and All Things Scourge

Sanctioned idioscope testing foregone conclusions. The eye we must borrow to see our own futures.

Intrinsic format for shattered quiet over bitter taste

Lenses, the borrowed bouquet, each petal for my moment of

External aperture to bring touch too deep to their psyches to deliver any sense

Never believe everything you hear, prefer instead the call of nature

Champion the hero in your own heart to avoid the coils of human players

Exquisite is the moment of quiet knowing that righteousness has wings and we only need to lift our arms and pretend to actualize

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