Growing Empire Ceased: An Original P O E M
An adequate prerequisite precipitates hate. An inadequate preparation is the precipices of a failed attempt. As the item fell beneath our nose we knew not of it's form. Like our location. Where were we? How did we arrive? When have we met? Questions held for another day, another time.
Another reality in shambles once more. Will we return to what we have come to know since our conception? Fear that the latter never would crept quietly and assuredly in our pineal. Casket or casjet? The growing empire ceased.
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