what all angels know... our enemies sleep when the children laugh. what all demons know... our enemies wilt in their own isolation.
let our battles be fought when we're young, as we search for our peace in age       To render one against your will -- invalid; to speak with unearthly clairvoyance, the conch shell of our hate, and the respect of our blood will reflect off of the blade.
 
the one that infests you even to this day
  That which doesn't find truth, finds no reason to evolve. It has no will and it's charities will become stagnant. With this the insects will lay their eggs, and reap hope from a fatigued mind.
 
  they know what it sounds like when your mother cries
  Just as decay will overcome all in our constant battle against time and death, we are allotted an amount of time to figure something out.
 
 
  Life should be more than a planet with people who stare at each other blankly. Some know the potential inside us all, yet we are held at bay through the drugs of our desires which keep us acknowledging ourselves before we even think of acknowledging others.
 
     
  If I had a brother, I'd ask him to prepare for a grand confusion. If I had a sister, I ask her to learn and anticipate well - her man, for she will be the foundation of his collected strengths.
 
 
and even though you've collected your weapons, they too will swarm like locusts to the stench of your fear
  Man's potential is to prove the souls endless worth by what he does with what he's given. Woman is the reason, we must allow her to be the beauty we all need her to be -- always the inspiration which will give that special comfort which can be found nowhere else.

Dreams are of such vibrance, that to see you alive and aware in mine would cater to my strongest desire that - life will -.		  
 
when we're all at our weakest point... ...when we're alone
as in -- nothing will progress without your effort thrown into the mix


-- will your heart ever be content
if your ideas are held back 'cause you don't want to share?

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Every opposition breeds never ending passion -- drifters so far.



Can one so capture the finest edge of a man's struggle ~
and yet keep that edge throughout his life?

I am honored to call this man on of my closest friends.