Are you afraid to have someone believe in you? Can your commit to your ideals? Even if you think nothing of it, are you willing to allow others to think the world of it, and of you?
All anyone ever does is an example. All power is just collective energy. To abuse the privilege is to sell your soul and that is to rent with the illusion of owning. We are the landlords if you misunderstand us, you're dead and deserve your demise. Your dominion is your overthrow the controllers are controlled.
Our heroes reward us with the stars, ever-still, ever-moving. We dream aloud, we scream and shout. Our courage will defeat them. Our struggle will unite us, our wisdom is ourselves, our resources our own, our blood ocean, our skin oil. We are mountain and waterfall, they cannot contain us.
We are what they know in their hearts, you guessed it, you knew that, you felt it, you tried to doubt it, denied it, but you knew it, an nobody had to tell you.
We had them from the start. A world apart, a world within, both ancient and luminous. The before, before and the hereafter. We are the essence of laughter and the gatekeepers. We hover above while giving the appearance of scurrying below.
All is as it should be. We are more than we know. More than we hoped and dreamed, a generation of generators, a power source and supply. The better we learn to live, the better we learn to die. Old as anything, old as everything, we are participants in a ritual older than our collective memory, A marriage of heart and mind, secular and divine.
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