With each step, she climbed closer
Closer to her dream.
She built upon a climax that would grant her an entire KNEW language.
She noticed those who vocalize, with fervent concern.
They did not care but instead challenged the wonder of the mysterious Night.
She prophesies with great conviction, as the truth danced within her belly.
She heard the word from the divine one, as she anointed her lips as she became aware of her mission.
To not ponder on the disbelief, but to encourage a sense of magic which would awaken all a part of the trick.
It was not a trick of desperate attempts to blind one within the illusion, but a trick of a trip which brought ecstasy.
Many knew her as the Tower Girl, she climbed higher anytime one would listen as her summons called those who were considered least.
She did not mind the attire, nor colorless ambitions..it only allowed her more sensibility.
A prophetess of the night, with a light of those kept by the darkest memories.
A light that brought hope to those who wanted to make the world better.
She beckoned religion to strip its clothing of toxicity and division.
She noticed how many of the blind ones, stumbled on the rocks of desperation.
They really intended for some sign that would bring a course of direction.
She built on the molder and ROCKS Beneath them.
She felt the need to crush them, as the minerals would build upon the next.
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