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Somewhere in the midst is misery' s claim. Disappointing the light in the cloud
 Tomorrow's agony never refrains its performance only to darken the way. Today's evil is only what needs to be sought to redeem tomorrow's dream. Hated beyond the fake light to only prove its case. The world I hate to only redeem the true light within. Where it is perceived not. Choosing the breadth instead of what's seen is a contest to lead a tree which sees only what can be seen. Blinded not for in a dream I was yesterday's notary. Now a tree's shadow now today's inward scene. Yesterday cannot change tomorrow's pain is not knowing or all is been known from begin. Today is misery s tomorrow's pain. Now I see why the lie was allowing the tree to profit profit not me, nor the tree? What profit can be made if the tree were to profit insanities that embraced what was made to be touched? It gained only yesterday's moments when the light was to be redeemed. A drop of Compassion's raintouch seen through the unseen. Testifying what is made! All that was seen was hurt and pain. Agony's mouth teaching the tree that all unjust to be is predestinedto be for the unseen advantage. Accept the trees company wishing they could clap their hands within the lights glories. Pressured for water to drink was made for a moments bliss. Drinking much water bitter on a hallows  diluted for the tree to bear so the tree can stand a while
Undiluted a little light willrbe rectified for in an appointed time the tree, which is on the little lights bright shining forth right will be uprooted dug up and burned with heat magnified so that the straightway for the little light can shine for the purpose justified.
Written by,
Brandy Elizabeth Wilson