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Chapter 2 - Mysterious Works Of Life

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I? C?

IC?

Laughable reader it's time to get to the story.

Descent is part of life. The wishful clause for wanting to soar so high is so damn laughable.

Why?

You might ask.

It is because to soar, there must be a drop below.

To feel so high and mighty above and beyond within the air, the cotton white clouds that embody the transparency of the world.

You catch my drift?

This is one where you'll have to rack your brain dear reader.

And just a little hint—don't miss those driftless letters that sit alone, because once together, the puzzle is complete.

Or so you think…

Who knows…

Do I know?

Maybe…Maybe not…

Do not let brainwashed hive minds play with you.

Become the penguin who left to find purpose.

To lead away from the flock.

Knowing all odds are against you.

Sometimes that's what happens to the reader.

Having to make dire choices.

Where it just might cost you your life.

The people around you, the bees and in which you are too.

Until you find the sweetest nectar within the peerless flower that holds unimaginable beauty.

Such a thing is only like that through your eyes.

That's why I can't fully be hindered by appearance.

Don't let beauty hide what's so ugly.

And don't let what is yours be stolen…

Remember, karma pays in full.

But you must trust vice versa that Lady Luck has chosen you.

What a four-leaf clover.

Can always be plucked to three

Don't let the clock strike three…

It's 3AM and it's a nice wicked night.

Not in the sense of evil but chill.

What a chilling feeling.

You know how nice it can be at such a time of night by yourself.

Possibly driving alone pondering life.

A matter that cannot be comprehended even with the burden of consciousness.

Or maybe it's sitting alone drinking whatever it might be thinking,"Oh wow what a nice night."

Just don't let a night end wasted.

The Contraption of beauty is a belittled experience that is given to all. No matter the social status of in turn you are.

There is no such thing as an opportunity.

It is just only a moment in time that you can choose to play your turn or stand.

You better hope that you get twenty one. 

There are times to cry as a witness than play a white lamb to the watchful gaze of wolves.

When walking into the den alone, make sure that you are the only one running out…

If you feel lost on what I'm putting out, worry not, the next one should give some clarity. 

Emphasis on "some" because this requires a two way effort.

A conversation goes both ways and the same goes for respect.

Nothing is given but earned.

You have earned my respect the moment we meet.

But how you act determines if such a luxury should be taken away. 

Take this and apply it for yourself.

Or not…

Anyways.

C you later, dear reader.

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