Unfinished
What is life without peril,
What is opportunity without the same?
What shall become of you if you fail to even realize opportunity,
Will it cost you nothing - or everything?
Will it effect your future,
Can and will it effect at the wake of [Dawn]?
Will he not rise as the sun in the west,
But be fruitful only until the ninth hour.
And at this poin that seems to be at a peek of cherubim,
The [Emerald] is dim before noon day...
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