Is flight brought to he who no longer thinks the ground, but thinks the skies?
Be that true, what if he thinks the ground? Will he fall?
May flight be brought to he who acknowledges ground, and chooses to think sky?
Yes, I acknowledge the deathly solidity of the ground and all beneath.
Yes, I choose to think over the whelms; that which God has favored in my route,
His plan for my untimely demise.
But for as long as I may think coherently, with morality christened by soul; I choose not to lay waste to a demonic heart, whom swells in all effort to forward my undoing; but rather to speak in it's behalf for coexistence with the hope it's intended to balance.
He is.
I am.
We Are.
And if God's will falters to destroy me; surely I will make this body commit wonders.
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