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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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