parted

i saw no answer in goals striving wicked ambition first i want those who listen to hear; such lacks of joy are weighty i have no understanding for morose designs– self-propagating misery perhaps impressing the fallen is no goal for the mind with wings we can tackle the most horrendous events as long as we…

useless

degrees of purpose caretaking job God gave Adam yet to grow what needs attention i wonder how far we’ve come in exhibiting procured entitlements for industrious surroundings