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    Man’s fluke claims obedience to be the manipulative whim;
    However, lasting comfort–to a whim, is painfully slim.
    Man selfishly demands self-conceit to be strongly appeased,
    For administrators can’t function…with chaos pleased.

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    Man’s fluke claims obedience to be the manipulative whim;
    However, lasting comfort–to a whim, is painfully slim.
    Man selfishly demands self-conceit to be strongly appeased,
    For administrators can’t function…with chaos pleased.

    Obedient intent!…reveals knaves, who offer a tricky design,
    Inorder to subdue victums, so virtue can’t save the blind.
    Humble endeavor points man to a path on his happy quest,
    Which requires brave progress, like truth seeks to bless.

    Unless bold progression invokes an awesome eternal light,
    Compliance will never enlighten the slightest night.
    Darkness permeates the swallow mind of willful concepts;
    Daring to con another fool…by a sin of self-decept.

    Man’s fluke…claims dominion, while neglect is dominant;
    Noble service can deceive the intent of a power-nut.
    Every soul attends truth, with the scrutiny of conscious;
    Line-upon-line endures forever–beyond compliance.

    Pardon the intrusion: obedience at a lesser command-level,
    Distracts important issues…inorder to shovel gravel.
    While attending some fluky distraction–far beneath a rise,
    Man’s eyes cannot believe-in seeing God…for the lies.

    When the gullible soul sleeps–in the blindness of the blind,
    His subservient darkness…renders progress for behind.
    Higher thoughts flow from the news of eternal providence,
    While this mortal compliance–is deceptive confidence.

    Place obedience side-by-side with this mortal compliance;
    And then, draw straws to choose a proper appliance.
    Obedience lifts the weak things-of-earth higher and higher;
    Pray for God’s discerning wisdom–to become a flyer.
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  • Time winds down to a slow-motion cinch;
    Years glide rapidly toward a deadly clench.
    Lifeblood maneuvers…into a hopeful mode;
    Descending far beyond a viable living code.

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    Time winds down to a slow-motion cinch;
    Years glide rapidly towards a deadly clench.
    Lifeblood maneuvers…into a hopeful mode;
    Descending far beyond a viable living code.

    Age endures punishment–of a social disgrace;
    Life denies the experience…of a learning race.
    Understood-lessons brings beauty to achieve;
    So long, as wise old folks are willing to leave.

    Suppose wisdom arrives…in the days of youth,
    Obviously, tantilizing age by ignoring the proof.
    Obedience may well beset–in Principles on High,
    Reaping rewards of social craft, by cunning lies.

    Concepts concentrate effort to enter the mind;
    While trusted…to deliver some appropriate sign.
    Polish smooths the heart, as life roughly obeys;
    Carefree opinions set laws for custom to betray.

    Teachable minds…are subject to learn foolish,
    As lively wisdom may be deliberately uprooted.
    Involve flexibility…with a rigid heart in motion;
    Never trust flesh, that produce laws of erosion.

    Protecting minds, while serving a physical body;
    Being sadly slighted, by percepts partly shoddy.
    The gift of life…lives to realize its own reward,
    While tissue bouyance floats convincing words.

    Eventually, kindness will establish to materialize;
    Neighborly love advances–on words of the wise.
    Such tender shields are destined for an attack;
    Although, self-defense will refuse to fight back.
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