GLORY AND THE VIBRANT FOLKS

Strength sets out to manifest itself among the gathering of folks

It looks for space amongst the aged; but found it lacking therein

Searches for some gap among the infant; but the door was yet open to it

But among the vibrant; space was afforded so much that it dwelled amongst them for so long

The Glory of the youth is in their strength; Saith the WORD of LIFE

So they should restrain from the idle mind

Reiterating; whatsoever your hand findeth doing; do it with all thy might

For the grave has nothing to offer; save a stench – filled arena

You could say we’ve got a lot of time

To wine and dine, to play well now; for our times are still prime

Lest you forget; that a stitch in time saves nine

Pull the weight; avoid the weight pulling you

For the vibrant; our future is bright and we must get there

But the devil is braced up to drag many into his own snare

Shun the colourful but dirty, the pursuit after vanity

So your light doesn’t vanish

Within the tapping off two fingers’ flip

Most precious; worth more than choicest diamonds or rubies is our Glory

But the Great ONE needs us to bring same to HIS feet for polishing, securing and building

Be gallant; for the dark dwarf wants to tamper with the glowing nature of your Glory

He tells you there’s nothing wrong in waywardness; it’s a style

He proposes indiscipline to your spines; he says that will be to you; a source of smile

Indecency, slothfulness, immorality to ruin your pending immortality

If we submit to such things,

Where wither will the nations take succor?

For the Glory of all Nation is in the strength of their youth

To make this journey smooth

Cling to the one who formed you

Only the Divine Master knows you

Even the earnest expectation of all creatures

Waiteth for the manifestation of only you

Hold tight vibrant lads; for our GLORY is greater than the glowing Sun

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