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Mirky waters tremble at the sound of hallow breaths. The dragons scorching soul vacates his isolated world and lands under his own duress of his willful deeds. Famished nuggets dance around inside my brisk visions of the saintly man who disguises himself as a wilted rose. Humbly the caterpiller speaks to his creator of fanciful song. "Dearest One of the broken arrow. Bring me into you eyes so I may find what I seek. For I wish to beseech myself in return. I am the wanderer of the liquid light that burns across the crystal ocean. Drink of me and taste what wines I bear. And then I shall allow my doors to be open unto you."

Rose petals breath in the velvet of this weeping seranade. Burning souls appear to the wandering caterpiller and chant in unison. "Our Lord is of one mind that showers the willful earth with dried up wombs that once held the hands of the maple tree. We shall forever be humbled by your fruitfulness. And be not short of your languid spirit. For to search into the everlasting light shall only be erased by you better drops of soil. For I am tranquilized by your loving tears each time the parade of angels marches through the sacred vineyards, and the wolf blood becomes the nectar of this lightening rod that yearns to be set free from it's apparelled chains. Your soldier's disease is caked into his roughed body like honey inside it's comb. Thick is the bold canteen that runs away with my stolen prayer. But i shall never falter inside the cracks of time."
The caterpiller sheds is crisp layers to sprout into human form. For before the drifting souls appears a manly creature whose face and body are chizeled to perfection, his hair a golden, woven source of light. Eyes as blue as the fountain of salvation. He leans back,puts his hands up to his mouth and he releases his magnified voice in the richness of song. "I am the lonesome tiger that has sprouted into the heavenly waters of the Lord's creed. I am of one redeemed power of the Kingdom of Heaven. For the seeds of tomorrow shall sprout out from the hands of He, Almighty. Whenever I dance into the Valley of Death, I ahall embrace the loving sheaths that I have sown."
A shepherd drops his unleavened bread upon the velvet of his own soul and dances into the frothy clouds. For his chastised visions of the Gates of Heaven have become magnified as he floats up to the melodic sun and devours milky streams offered by The God of all creation.

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