Ain't nothing wrong we do if we have the heart behind it to make it so. Love is all in the end and you have it or it's escaped you. Just love and be loved and revel in those that seek to love you. At the end it will be to what you will cling. It is what we are when we die and in perishing release that love for those that continue on and on and on. I would be naught but for it, give me excess of it fill me shape this vessel to suit the amor of the world. To those that hate, peace. Your cup shall be filled with what you spew forth. But to those that truly love your cup shall be ready filled. Your eyes will be filled with tears of joy and the might of the moment art your beck and call. This is true art and what will allude the foolish mind no matter the haughty course pursue. Assail thyself on rocks that you have laid for others.
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