The ritual of truth
Truth can never fear nor doubt,
words of truth so touching loud.
Voices of uncompromising deep,
laws of what you sow you reap.
Mental brilliance facet clear,
eternal truth in the end so dear.
The truth so simple applied,
patience to wait inside.
Gazing truth always straight,
eyes of truth are so bright.
Lips of truth are sealed,
speaking for itself to be healed.
Power of truth to endure,
wisdoms message beauties pure.
Strength by truth from humility,
hearts courage in that tranquility
Life of truth is eternal vast,
immortality is its past.
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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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