relentless on

no less than a cloak of in sanity in-the-face..of those who would dispute sincere reasoning.

perfection isn’t a moment. it is the very fabric of our farther: immunity from our trespass, and the fulfillment of our obligation to be the we.verse of heaven’s tapestry. heads or tales

the differ rants. is mid weigh. oar’s only hate.

a day.at.ease day.ohmfor.bidden, for.root, for.roam the same vine

we do not stand as hymn, merely with him the pierced sighed and parted weigh the row man’s seek red to save harbor