February 20, 2018

TRANSITION

Brethren,transition,discipleship,husbandry,peripatetic. Your perpetual horse,perspiration clockwise and trojan horses above the jugular.From the golden pearls of youth,epic of the golden morn rises. In that dim style,have i grasped the nettle with the ambiguous shadows. And awry balls not paused but forever nethered. Now turns to no stale as to revert back into the dim.Of obverse of the fiendish obviate and dead throe seabank.And in this obstrusion averted,memory keeps your hope,for nothing like success without mental alertness and preparedness.

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