I call this one testify. Every once in a while I like to GO OFF!!! You know? Kinda like loose it with the verbage.
I stand before you as a testament to a soul, a soul who had to fight from the beginning to reach a goal, a goal not seen from the start but understood in the end, a journey less traveled, a new adventure to begin, this soul, this person, this being, this body of existence, this star to outshine all stars, this well seeming form, this life... this life has been submissive to abomination, to examination, to retaliation, to a nation of thought that was not the integer of this soul, this soul is a phoenix, this soul has died many times, and yet this soul rises time after time, over and over, again and again, and for what? for who? for when? for how? for why? for this essence of congruous prevalence, this entity of sublimity, this creature of reverence has nothing to claim but the future, as though to walk through the customs of life, there is nothing to declare but destiny, all of the trials, all of the tribulations, all of the endless practiced allocution to the jury of the remiss masses, the panel of a cynical multitude, the assemblage of deafened cognizance, yes, a false confession at best, one with no merit, for the one who has ascended and the who continues to illuminate shall be released from the depraved callousness placed upon her, she shall forever thrive, shall forever soar, and she shall be free, all for not, a freedom that comes with a cost, but all is not lost, and that declaration for the inevitable, for the subsequence of time, for the fateful path which lays before her is prevalent and karmic fortune awaits, the inherent virtue of bliss, of love, of a life... of a life lived, in hope, with enduring faith. I stand before you as a testament to my soul.
I stand before you as a testament to a soul, a soul who had to fight from the beginning to reach a goal, a goal not seen from the start but understood in the end, a journey less traveled, a new adventure to begin, this soul, this person, this being, this body of existence, this star to outshine all stars, this well seeming form, this life... this life has been submissive to abomination, to examination, to retaliation, to a nation of thought that was not the integer of this soul, this soul is a phoenix, this soul has died many times, and yet this soul rises time after time, over and over, again and again, and for what? for who? for when? for how? for why? for this essence of congruous prevalence, this entity of sublimity, this creature of reverence has nothing to claim but the future, as though to walk through the customs of life, there is nothing to declare but destiny, all of the trials, all of the tribulations, all of the endless practiced allocution to the jury of the remiss masses, the panel of a cynical multitude, the assemblage of deafened cognizance, yes, a false confession at best, one with no merit, for the one who has ascended and the who continues to illuminate shall be released from the depraved callousness placed upon her, she shall forever thrive, shall forever soar, and she shall be free, all for not, a freedom that comes with a cost, but all is not lost, and that declaration for the inevitable, for the subsequence of time, for the fateful path which lays before her is prevalent and karmic fortune awaits, the inherent virtue of bliss, of love, of a life... of a life lived, in hope, with enduring faith. I stand before you as a testament to my soul.