Cast your ballot and hear the screams that ring loudly. The changes you hear are white noise that aren't dull in the night
As the ground shakes the shift becomes apparent and inevitable. The winds howl and the animal stirs at the first beam of sunlight or hope as its known
Creeping closer, the muffling becomes gargantuan in nature and then unmistakable. The hunger, if left unquenched will devour the animal itself and cause an imbalance in nature
Our kindred spirits await us at the gate because they are the teachers and have already passed their tests so no longer are starving
We are still yet savages sniffing the ground for remnants of morsels which seemingly have become scarce. Once we pick up the scent, we are in a frenzy of sorts; an insatiable appetite we sustain and do our best to beseech
An internal accord is reached and we barter for survival. Our internal animal devours its feast while giving way to the passing lamb free of judgement
Our focus is not on the lamb for its journey is not ours. We focus. We focus. We focus.
To conjure wisdom is the spell we practice. While scathing the valley for these ingredients we have become refined hunters. Our volition is undeniable although the search for Providence is not devoid of broken ground
Lean forward through the winds and allow your posture to carry you. Life is one step at a time but greatness approaches....even for a lamb
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