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I am for I am.
Category: Stories
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 artistic
There once was a purpose.
So driven and true, pure to heart and loved all it knew.
The walls, the flowers, the very ideals the banners sored for.
Yet one day, like any other, a flame began to grow.
In the minds of others and amount the plentiful ashen graves.
The discontent and joyous resent, did cast the castle walls a dirty grey.
Perhaps that is what started this purpose and turned it astray.
From love and innocence to all that be famished and tarnished.
To balance out the armor that bullied the prey to a cliff or had their way,
that one Saturday was surely a sad and rainy day.
Because on that day, the purpose deemed it so.
They had been led astray.
No more darkness, no more light or do as you say,
so fight they did till their mind turned numb and thoughts were lines amidst the numbers.
It was all fun and games,
and Purpose? had had enough.
Enough, surely, was, enough.
It was time to end the charade.
In it's home, in its bed, to the lambs of prey it met, it coiled around its spit.
"Take heed, take voice."
It spoke.
The purpose on one knee bellowing out to all who dared listen to the whisper.
"I am for I am, I am therefore I will be. Do not fear me, do not love me. I am the purpose of many."
Standing within and without sin.
"You are enough, I am plenty. So let the happiness in."
The purpose coaxed with pleasantries.
"You are you, I am me. We are one, so lets be happy."
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