The Heart enraptured by playful peculiarities burst thus..
Avoid obstacles whose substance
Isnt formed in pearly wisdom.
Let in the destiny of destruction;
The heart was built to be broken.
In the eye of the storm,
Lay down your weapons;
No good can be found in
Futile acts of friction.
It is your calling to be ensnared
By the will of the wormhole within.
Simply undress your intentions
And expectations and allow
New horizons to unfold naturally.
When all is said and done,
You will be proud of the scars left behind,
You will smile upon the memories of when Divine Disaster struck,
You will gloat to those unmolested hearts whose fragile senses have yet been delivered from ignorance.
