Vivid
Take my hand hold on through the quicksand  of my expressed agony for I’m trying to bring us past the vanity and the demonic hailings I paint can as swiftly change to angels sailing past the hate my words can take you from a pearless white night with only the moon in sight then twist that light back to the sun’s beaming might surround you in a blizzard with imagery so vivid it cuts through the snow like a rock in a rivers flow bring you from the crumbles of earthly ruins to the humble pearly white gates of heavenly viewings invoke you in anger & apathy a firery rage bellowing until you hear a fazed echoeing pulling you from the depths of mind to the paradise I envisioned for mankind corrupt you with illness of doubtful hate then present a panacea of a hopeful fate I know I’m just a man, but take my hand and I’ll show to your there’s more to us than a monotonous plan.
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