Humbled
how often ,have I stood on the edge of quiet madness written off as just another charlatan In this world of fools-perfection persuaded that the well has dried left to the elements of slow decay and yet, without warning I am reminded of its true depth its infinite spirit of creativity flowing freely through the veins of a glorious pen blazing its path through a darkened void, this glorious light of a billion supernovas for eternity it shall remain untouched, untainted to You this glory I bequeath I am humbled, yet again…
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