Exercising purity and holiness against tides of life.
Becoming energetic on sidelines of unforgettable beatitudes.
Stringing rosary beads on disappearing edges of reality, retaliating against impure farcical behaviors of others interfering in measures of detail.
Torturing senses of incessant learning, careening down avenues of explicit tenure.
Exciting newly formed ideas, shaped by patterns of hostility, blended into a myriad of designs, capturing the essence of natural piety.
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