To cry is to believe in tears of toys,
To lament is to design a corridor to youth.
Knowing can create obstacles for the heart,
But real knowledge digs into cardiac flesh.
Blood has arrived, bleeding can be a river,
Let the dead be dead, and the living alive;
I have fear for the deaths, I have fear for lives.
I will cry incessantly when confronted by God,
My tears roll fully like a glacier or creamy river.
My design for life is a trumpet of sounds and energies,
You are the blower of the bugle, for your mouth
Purses it, pushes it, pulls it, and plays with it.
I have to reside in the mansion of hope,
For my cardiac flesh is a hearty disaster.
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Tears of toys can be believed by crying and this is amazing. There is fear for life and death. But while God is there in mind we should not fear at all. Death is ultimate truth of life. Wise sharing is done here.10