We re dead to the ramblings of penury
And apotheosis wreath at our household
Above all kindled by everlasting peace
And like my patriarch,fond of the adage
Driven by intuition and introspection
That the inadequacy of today, surely at the portrait of time
Shall paveway for the surplus of posterity
Encomium of destiny nature 's folk tales
Hardly elope
Not like peace earned in the unbroken waves of immortal tranquility and immaculate silence
Nothing like immaculate silence
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