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My Master's Journey

the red seers in bloom,
prophesize in the ends,
a means to a doom,
my meeting with them will begin.

black mages fight by my side,
and in hopes they always will.
my warriors of a green stride,
they are weak but fight still.

the universal masters,
day dream the disastors.
The astronomers can,
can and will only choose other than.

my blue brother, advisors, and love,
they are part of the battle,
at least they watch from above,
as the day becomes the hassle.

that leaves me,
a position of what to do.
If this comes to an early end,
it means all for you.

-looks good/feels good,
Brian Oglesby

(Divine Interception)


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for, its during the rainy seasons
when we sit admiring
the cool breeze and wandering droplets
we realize we are admiring the beauty of loneliness
from afar, of you and me