There, far beyond my mental pedestal
Lie avenues of truth untold
And endless rolls of nature’s honeycombs
Like domes stacked on the pillars of gratitude
A fortress for the gracious hearts
And humble men and women of this world
A castle melting sweetened joy
For us to claim when we deserve
My fortune at its best can only see the light
When built from rubble on a surface strong
And so I go about my life
Building structures in my soul
Repairing all that time makes obsolete
Until my body’s nothing but a shape
That cases my divinity within
A shape so simple can say a million words
And words when put together are a force
With which I bear my fire and remorse
And walk towards my purity in shame
Each day’s a step,
The world’s a band of soldiers marching
And soldiers march with little cause
What cause can make the world protrude
Beyond the selfish nature of our design?
And so a builder becomes a legionnaire
In realms of thought s/he toils to dispute
All that befounds our meager lives
To build a palace for all our countrymen
To live in dignity and divine grace
With words of wisdom and acts of love
I build salvation for our dying race
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Character: 80/100 (We’re getting closer!)
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