The wind propels the character to shiver and calmer with the days. I
find the boulevard filled with drunkards that wail in liquor. Shadows
weep for the King of Kings to walk into the graceful light of love. Rats
consume the compassion of man that sustained the existence of life.
Beyond the land of dreams there lived a man of great authority. The
years of merit has washed away to the oceans of the deep. The kingdom
nowadays lived with out the word and word was shut into the book of
life. On the day of great anguish the man of merit arose to cry out to
the heavens. The creatures of world scoured into the ground to conceal
there flesh. Mountains swayed beneath the outburst of screams that
hailed to the heaven. For a period of time the world stop only to
discover the world must blister in sin. The sun burned the nonexistent
of grace and rotted the flesh to the ground. The King cried out to
people to live by the word so word may live with in there own soul. To
not turn from the word but to have the word turn there own life to that
of hope. The generation of lust of want must learn that of need. The
king fell to ground and grasped at the book of life only to die. But the
man from far away gave merit to king and grace was brought forth.