A PARAGON OF ALL TIMES.

It tears thru flesh lyk a thorn, yet so relieving as the skin gets torn, bleeds lyk a broken artery, yet cleans with its flow. It grips, tortures, n kills, yet it creates a greater phenomena, an immortal one, stronger than any elixir of life, stronger than the greatest brew of potion, greatest of all immortal beings. Casts on anger, fuss and disappointment, yet its a sign of a dream, yet to be dreamed, but a dream so lucid, like crystal, as lucid as reality, as reality it will soon be. Casually pushing the tides behind like the oars of a boat, and slowly sailing towards the future, with zeal, power, manifestation, intention and purpose. Coz yet again, a ray of hope and continuity, a flame of purity, intensity and eternity, will let a flower blossom again, with new guidance and care, grow to a fruit, a tree, with branches and leaves, the realest sign for fertility. Yes, fertility coupled with productivity, to display oneness, togethernes, to display the greatest extent of, love.

And like a furious dog, with the braveness of a lion, and Solomonic wisdom, the Paragon of all times will reign supreme over all suffering, trials and tribulations, to devour and consume the memories and concerns, to consume all that crosses its path. To claim the cream of its class, while being on a class of its own. A class only reserved for the gods.

Like Jacob, it fought with an angel

Like Jacob, it fought an angel, gaining its blessing, its mandate, to rule over those that hate and despise... An animal of its own kind. Greater by the inch of the second hand.


Skillfully, lyk its own life depends on it, it will grow beyond its dream. Oh, this Paragon of al times, will speak and breath fire lyk a dragon. With wings and will, it will fly, where eagles never flew. Whether fire, water or fantasy, its twinkle will never be dull, it will lead, and the darest will be afraid to follow, in whispers, they'll proclaim, 'just the greatest trod those paths.'


For all times, biting in venom into mediocrity and jeopardy. A Paragon of all times, a tree of life that millions will eat from, a spring of healing water that myriads wil heal from. And stories will lurk on the forked tongues of those snakes, how it will burn them to speak of it, to tel of it, to the masses, with their hearts smiling yet there mouths twitched. And it will flow thru their vains, pulsing a twinge of urge on every nerve, crowning itself on its own grounds.

Sssh, c, their ignorance leads them to deep slumber, their naivity and urge for life the sole reason for their demise. Whereas it strives, to reach the promised land, where flows honey and milk, where only those who trounce cowardice set foot.

Amen.