Here's the level, with confusing aspects of meagre re-arranging.
The beggars of Lands end broke the light of miscommunication and fell off the edge of the world. Time kills the pain in the end, kills the communication between beings. Perhaps it is that all life transcends to a base product of matter that will have the power to heal all things.
Without lapses in pleasure we necessitate toward lowliness, self-absorption and useless takings. A ruined part of existence. I've visited and it's and arse of a place.
Too low to brave the cold, too high to brave the heat. Medal and trophy saved many a people from themselves yet saved none a penny.
The wrangling, marauding mega monolith of wealth, created by man to out do God, the path away from God dependence, away from accountability on the earth. What about the bond?
Eternity weighs all things, balances, scales of justice, a verdict true and harshly correct.
Of all this i am one and yet begging for separation. Am i hindered by my belief in uniqueness? my understanding of love and peace? What are these things but words, errors, on the look out for correction and help.
