I'm not a crook in my eyes.
The sense of divine-inspiration.
My divine-intervention in thoughts.
Of no gain in monetary wealth or stature.
What is my purpose if not then,
to serve. . .
my bond I own.
I share.
I serve my source for divine-inspiration.
I model of my divine-intervention
that out-sources my material-nature
as a whole.
Spiritually spoken I out-source.
I expect an intensity that not
deteriorates, not that it diminshes in its morality.
I anticipate the need for respect.
I hold time still.
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