Endless highways of misdirected means,
To walk along the lonely street of dreams,
To live in a world where nothing is as it seems,
And take pursuit of pleasure to extremes...

and yet every 15 degrees roads wake to direct truths inward towards the company of the King and His dominion

just as absolute as we have already overcome every extreme temptation so shall everyone of the minions.

Every worker of iniquity once children of he who tempts
who shall alone turn to ashes from within with a whence.

#WritcoPoemPrompt118

#innerpeace

#fearnot

#seeihavenotforgottonyouihave youcarvedonthepalmyhand
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