Four Roses and a Daisy...

 The world arrogantly revolved around four boarders, to the extent it manipulated the laws of time and reason, creating a possibility where the world existed in those four boarders. But false boarders. 

Love. In all its forms and nature, the very perception that gave meaning to the word, the feeling, was debunked. It's many truths, it's very serenity replaced. Taking up a manifestation of excruciating cruelty.

There are foundations in each complex realities created on a basis of a vision of someone or some people. 

And in this universe of wickedness. Revolving on the basis of an outcome within the grasp of four beautiful beings. A soul that rippled the laws within this very boarders was born. Just by the peak of its very existence. 

Purity comes in one shade. The aid of something good is always a threat to the ill desires of those who seek evil. Innocence and ignorance, a form of beauty never seen in a world where darkness was the only hue. 

A positive earthquake in effect, a reaction to a breach in the reigning imbalance. Never heard of a positive natural disaster. Never heard of good change that brings fear. 

A soul born for peace and harmony, a resolute tool in search of a true hindrance to the negative discretion of an iconic yet deceptive era. 

The one born in the middle, not to rule but to change. 


M¿ster¿°°°


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