A master in the making - Poem 1.4

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By penofone

The situation at grain hollows way could be worse than expected

So the loss that one could betray anothers soul should be found out

As the only thought could be they both knew about why she lied

It came into the only thinking process that led them to see why

It wasn't as if they could escape the last seasons of change fully

On the front of a home to reckon the soul it was anomaly that agreed

She wept about the loss of a recognized individual in terms of giving

Giving a thing about the worlds worst spiritual person in rude awakening

It wasn't so special to the girl that he didn't want to execute his plan

So they talked about why his loss was so permanent in structure of sin

Anybody could have done worthy to see him through difficult emotions

She witnessed the curse of a forgotten lover that belted the ones through

Shameless and forgotten he left the old way of living to reserve himself

At lengths forgotten again and again they left without taking any tactile trace

It wasn't her trance that left him so in awe of her beauty and a stage to fight

Upon the woven trance she saw him to be beautiful in his new ways to see

The light which reckoned his face full of animosity and greed he has a soul

A spirit that was indestructible and led them to win a national feeling of gifts

They concluded he was not going into the worst of working for her loss

She was his scent of a man who was going to go without any perception

Personality was not the permanent thing that awaited his future of prediliction

Some man he was not to win the hearts of people across the world

In salvation he would and could see why they looked so evil to him

He was removed from exile to see a host of admirers to a beloved ghost

It was his last action that took him by surprise to see her and his lost angel

They lived for some time without the needs of his last lifes old misgivings

It was indeed a preparation of a soul to give back to what the world awaits

Came back into his feeling of winning a war in his own mind and body

It was the last thought that give him prudence to accomplish his goal

What he won was what he needed.

And what was wanted was his last thought.

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