Come,
Take hold my hand,
I will guide you across
This pyrite barbed labyrinth of perplexity,
And lead us onto Byzantine levels of space-time happenstances.
Moreover,
As we overcome adversities,
A diurnal of newly defined consciousness
Will entwine our transference of actuality, hearts and minds
Until we reach that place of promised reverie and aspirations.
Now,
We must act quickly,
For even eternity is too short a time,
Compared to the enormity of loss, we might let slip
If you contemplate a hesitation and do not take my hand.
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