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The Idealist


The Sun has moved into Aries,

giving the spirit rise to new stories.

Exalted speculation in ethical sense,

planets facilitation and its reference.

Shadows after shadows as chain,

the dooming reality and its claim.

The tormented shore of growing race,

and its consequences that we face.

From every depth of good and ill,

lockdown therapy for natures fill.

Spirits of dead properties near to prey,

pulling the rope towards their way.

The remover of all obstacles in distress,

the unhappy need by all dear, to confess.

To consume for the sake to prove,

consummate false Gods egos aloof.

Ambition needing another tone,

for in the universe we are all alone.

Our world its joy and shared in pain,

enchanted mysteries and its contented gain.

 

 

 

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https://robertrittel.blogspot.com Living virtualistic through myself. The road I wanted to follow choose me and I can see the cosmos to know itself. I remember only moments where my actions manifested the belief of my passion, choosing my next universe through what I have learned in this one. My fears got lost in dreams, sensing what needed to be done with no thinking. I believe in fairy tales, especially with dragons and how to tame them. I do not need any strange faith to worship that celestial brilliance. Dismissing everything what insults my soul and faithful in those small things, because it is in them where our strength is.

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