Come to that place from which you are called, to answer the charge of squandering the gift of your life. Comes now all they whom have bore witness to all of your thoughts and deeds.
Be they form or light, to call forth all that is thought, spoken, and done unto, and for those who’ have seen. To charge you of all manner of uselessness, and evil before those whom you are to care.
Now, full enforcement of the elements to which you are subject, shall be engaged through the workings of the mind, shall you be examined to the depths of the soul.
Drawn out, and splayed in flesh, to pierce every nuance of thought, and emotion. Exposing every possible experience in the path of life.
Brimming within every encounter, the every essence of life itself, to revel the resilience of the form, within the light. To observe any, and all variance of the center from within the form.
Through, every darkness, and depth of trial, shall further be reflected upon the form in all manner of evil, and depravity to the peeling away from the form, all outer superfluous hindrance.
These are not without price to the process of the form. To place the form within the lowest of all arenas, in every setting of life in the heart ‘shall be those who are tried’. In whiff of weight, and the press of time, brought forth the form in opposition sublime.
Shocked in form, from instances of breath, and then to strive within its depth, to the escape the form, and perhaps to death. Through course, and serge within the mind, the form shall hold, and bore the crime.
To bring the form to ebb and swell, the ruin of soul from which is hell. In pitch of all these ways, beware of the tick of days, to know the way, and yet to sway, from path of light in which to stay.
…to answer the charge of squandering the gift of your life.