What will you do?
volition withholds as visions unfold,
we pray and tarry just a bit as we vary,
same patterns, different day;
one mission as they may,
and I preach to you,
I speak my truth,
try to beseech you from follies of your youth,
and a treatise from authenticity,
bold from antiquity,
hence berated thee,
gentle from the softest tee,
petals from an evn’ fallen,
spoke with a southern drawl n’,
light from an earthen chamber,
up from the depths to clamber,
tread with a sullen hammer,
these say I couldn’t damn her.


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