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Lucky
Welcome to reality, The Fool begins in ululating rhapsody.
Overcoming Gravity, inspired, full of fire, come what may to thee.
One, alone, begins a journey
One, uplifted, a ceremony
One, afield, unto destiny
Come what may to thee. Makes its way in synchrony. Fate, sharpens fidelity.
God warps the field, unbound, unseen. The harvest till, soul-crafted antimony.
One pressed in fantasy
One embossed in lucid dream
One’s a testament to sovereignty
Beautiful!
Awesome kind of reads like a prayer or something.