DROPLETS OF TERROR ON YOUR WAY TO SUCCESS
DROPLETS OF TERROR ON YOUR WAY TO SUCCESS
It's starts with a wild wind flipping the windows like pages of a judgment book with souls gnashing for mercy,
Crippling sounds of souls reminiscent of their deeds,
Terror! in the hearts of they that calls for thunder trampling on innocent souls made to see their ends at a very soon time.
Verily all man must meet his end in all manners made naturally or self inflicted,
But no man preys (prays) to end bad or never the less leave in torment inscribed on his regalia,
The mountains that leads to success's full of thorns (turns) that miss or lead (mislead) you to your self discovery and disaster but mind the heads you have to step on and the fits (feet)you had to step on your way up, because they might be connect to the broken hearts you starved of love on your way down, thunder will be your nitrogen gass on as your go heads down into a dungeon filled with angry vampires that suck your stars out living you with not even a glow to hope for tomorrow.
The horror on these streets remains same they make you who you are, a blood tasting soul yearning for the blood of the star suck dry,
The ability to stay clean depends on your ability not to get caught up with the Draculas who don't mind how the kovens are fending , because they end up draining you of your last strength with every member wanting a bit (bite) out of you. The helpless still remains the endangered species with no custodian to brood the next generation.
The intentions of the hearts are pure, but the deeds of the body are miss leading indeed, to protect the horrors that drops in our heart sometimes we need a personification but sometimes we want to please then we end up bleeding for a thing done write.
Encourage your hearts let the sounds of storm and thunder be a loud soothing some that excercises your ego to succeed, and let the droplets of terror and horror be of soft kiss of snow on your skin guiding your temperature as you climb the hot molten hill of success that erupts with gold.
The terrors we face while striving, but still we rise.
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