The mind is oracle when thought is relieved from the grieving heart
Your existence is redefined beyond the contours of reality
Deified by the wondrous deeds and interesting arts of human reflection
There's only immortal relief beyond your shadows and weary feet
Not to quiver beyond relief of your aspersion
Cast yonder heights for the City Of Gold
Vacancy elsewhere is your immaculate relief
Not floundering in shoreless shorelines
Without a definition of the concept of human integrity
Nothing is permanent only your history your verdict is permanent
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