ARE WE ETERNAL DUST FORSAKEN? PRECIOUS MODELS OF MERCY ON GROUNDS OF DECEIT ARE WE SILENTLY MISTAKEN? ARE WE ARROGANT SOLDIERS SEEKING STATUS, ESCAPE OR JUST FOOLS SAVORING BREATHS WHILE DROWNING IN THE TEARS OF GOD? WE SPEAK OF EQUIVALENCY WHILE CHASING POWER MODERACY TO ALTERNATE EXTREMESREPENTING WITH NO TONGUE ON FORGIVENESSWE FALL PRISONER TO TAINTED VISIONS OF FREEDOMEMBRACE REGRETSIPPING ITS' LIQUID HEARTALL THE WAY DOWN WE ARE JUST INFANTS CRYING, CRAWLINGON WHITE CLOUDSIN SEARCH OF WHITE WINGSNOT REALIZING THE COMPANY OF ANGELSBITING BRICKS FROM OUR SORE SHOULDERSSO MAY WE FIND THE PATHS TO PARADISEDISCOVERING TRUTH, THE ENDLESS DAYAS WE DANCE THROUGH THE FIRES OF THE UNIVERSEAND WATCH THEM ALL JUST FADE AWAY . | The Tears of Alveron by James Timothy Connor, Paperback | Indigo Chapters