And the Earth trembled at his might.
I've shaken the earth. Dirt beneath my fingernails. I feel the worth. Leaving behind finger trails. Moving mountains. Feel like I have lifted vales. Filling fountains. Pouring out my soul details. This is my tale. Here to stand the test of time. Written into the mysteries of humans greatest crime. In my mind. I pass the moments with atonements of this growing, ever flowing, poem that is fine. This is the line. I draw it just before I jump the ship. I can't take flight for I have to gift. The world with a majesty that cannot be denied. This is the epic redemption plan for which I surely died. Thus I tried. So either you will listen. Or you won't. Either way I'll have to go. And in that moment we will all fly away. Or be burdened to live here another day.
