There was a world bourn upon facebook in the image of Man

And who shall benight me for what I made with my time? What I chose to see grow and what I left to see die? I move forward despite arms pulling, and I am clean by tears of the woman bourne from my chest. Her name is Hearkening and the halls of despair preceded her and the halls of glory go forth from her.

When I awoke it fancied me to set down a theatre of play in front of you. Does anyone set their army against my fancy with hatred and dominance in their heart?

Neigh we appeal to those who will bless and feed for love's need and will grow and promote the things of man's throat. But for the crux of mans brow; caste it to the dirt and let a pole pin it there and set a flag on the poll proclaiming freedom from creation's oppressions.

Let the rabble have no voice and be the dirt of a new earth; where the bare feet of biped man walk and bless.

Oh guile. As crocodiles have snapped at crooked men's art, surely the higher truths of heaven were darts at times; rather than rags of comfort.

In the bowels of hell, Men still living rip themselves apart;  

Who is the ruler of their heart that have them caste down into the bowels of Hell? How has man come to hold hell in his sphere? Say, is it required?

Long we awaited the deliverance from the trembling powers of God breaking up unhallowed grounds under out feet. Like infants we crawl, some falling in opening cracks some surviving by the generosity of fortune's intelligence to grow to walk and enter onto stable ground; where grass begins to grow and plants begin to sprout. And living even here; Man finds the world still shows influence of heaven and influence of Hell.

All the time I feel the brothers still aboding in the bowels and becon them into the calmer solar plexus of Man; where they might make something that enters into the heart and can vouch their namesake.

And those babes who fell in the cracks; names now forgotten; can hardly be detected but they feed a work in a inverted Heaven of their own; making fire; Oh how the fire set itself up as a great conqueror; but only of broken men and unfortunate babes;

But how man of heart spurn the fire; and how the men of hell tear themselves over each other; and even attempt to murder the men of heart when they visit.