Infintium Day

The finite paradox until life gets it right. Shall the future hold true what we are suppose to do.

Not fall astray on that rapture day.

Stand guard in way of the arts, learn the way of all of the marks.

Bear true who each glyph you imbue, might the light hold in what they do.

Don't be upon our former selves, that of the fool.

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