The sun painted the sky with hues of blue and white. I thought of the extravagant modifications that made my life. The works of art, engineering marvels and artifacts of glamorous entrepreneurship. My mindfulness is constantly cluttered with style, passion and systemic expectation.
As the roaring of jet-propelled water filled the air, a hush quelled my anxiety. The Knight manifestation had begun. The shroud of my unconscious interconnections was stripped away. The shriek of Holy Land power filled me with awe and admiration.
The awe-inspiring delusion of valour and chivalry captivated and subjugated. They forced me to pay homage to the illustrious past, present and future. The symbols of power and emblems of order. Illustrated through famous battles that fought for our freedom.
History's influence is determined to find its place. Even in the most unexpected places.
The Car Wash and Knight Manifestation YouTube video
Symbols of Power and Emblems of Order poem
The sun painted the sky with hues of blue and white.
I thought of the extravagant modifications that made my life.
The works of art, engineering marvels
And artifacts of glamorous entrepreneurship.
My mindfulness is constantly cluttered.
With style, passion and systemic expectation.
As the roaring of jet-propelled water-filled, an air hush quelled my anxiety.
The Knight manifestation had begun.
The shroud of my unconscious.
My interconnections were stripped away.
The shriek of Holy Land power.
Filled me with awe and admiration.
The awe-inspiring delusion of valour.
And chivalry captivated and subjugated.
They forced me to pay homage.
To the illustrious past, present and future.
The symbols of power and emblems of order.
Illustrated through famous battles.
Those who fought for our freedom.
History's influence is determined to find its place in the most unexpected places.
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