Sonnets of Significance/Peace Within Disturbance

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Can you feel that?

A pulse.

M y eventual betrayal from my kin has conquered my thoughts. The powers of xankara are hopeless to repel it from my mind. I can only bare this: Why? The definition of that question could be pointless or perhaps impossible. The results can also hold perhaps the answer to all life or a simple response of denial or acceptance. Either way, I am lost in an lonely void.

I remain motionless. Suspended in an involuntary solitude, floating numbly in a fiery sphere yet formations of mental objects always appear in my vision. My history can flash beyond my eyes. The sight penetrates my very soul. I can see, watch and learn from my mistakes as continue to abandon its wise teaching. The message they attempt to infect me with is a lie. Like all deceptions, they should not be treated justly but I am forced to accept and absorb it.

I look over my memories, as a foolish manipular to a privileged teacher. My name was Austerity Authors A Conflict Warring, the name I carried as I expressed my didactic stature within the War College. I had risen the ranks of the Prometheans in a short period of time and I acquainted myself with the ever so kind Fortune Hails No Greater Prosper. I have endured hardship of many kinds: Exile, disturbance, desertion. I do not wish to suffer any more pain within.

My memories shall fortify my esteem for the coming storm. The sincere sorrow will soon fade and my emotional triumph will be celebrated. I must prepare for my eventual awakening, if it ever arrives...