Beauty
I see beauty in everthing i see,but evil seeps throug like a weed.Understanding that seeds brings life,but death is nothing but darkness and endless sleep.The waken mind is like a clear blue skylit by the seas and the sun.But when the eyes are closed it's like a cloudless night sky which only the moon and stars are in sight, but the imagintion can play tricks so you see what 's not real.I see beauty in everthing i see,but the world it self is not pretty.Knowing this should make us do better, but we like nothing more than self pleasure.But what's the point in pleasure if it leads to nothing in the eyes of God,but nothing is gained by a unwise man/woman if they don't try it out.
I see beauty in everthing i see,but for the life of me i don't knoe why that is.Maybe it's because my heart is of gold,but still incased in steal.
But how is it that a heart can be incased in steal and still fell joy in others happiness?Is it because the happiness i see is the happiness i don't get or is it because it's truely isn't shelded but maytains a wall so it wouldn't be hurt.
I see beauty in everything i see,but to see beauty in anything you must see evil in something because one can not be with out the other.But to over come the evil thet was withness takes a strong mind and heart that bleeds over the pain this world this why i see beauty in everything i see.
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