Day 13: The Seer

The Seer

They never listen to a seer, the mission bent, in hell, a drop, tear. That all at once, a mission arises, the pool held, in eternity near. To hold with ripples steady flow, where the eye would taint, and fold, so clear, and then what is caught upon the flow, a mission hell, and a trade to go.

I wave my arm across the pool keep, and see with visions, the star soul sheep, and bent upon the hell I find, what truth my soul, to a frozen pool, breath kind. On the wake, that I know well, a foot to cement, a frozen vision tell, and see what loft, where missions a grain, what have you, in my palm held tame?

Out of nowhere, a being appears, a frozen pool, to a vision held dear, and out of wars, a hold to clear, an angel with a burden held fear.

Can you not in private keep, hold your visions at range for you, sleep? Or are you not a heart so clear, that I gave you heaven, in this lifetime, seer? I gave you all your answers fine, just patience and heaven sign, and you turned your back on the vision clear, and made war, to a frozen tear? Why do you share, this vision lack, when all you have is nothing on track, and I gave you everything to see you true, and you made me turn to hell, my worth to you?

Do not taint my vision, angel, my interest is not in heaven, a foot, away, my eye held seer. I am no seer, in kind display, that will seal a mission, a night hid day. You think my eye is new held set, withered trophy, to try and get? That hell is waved upon my track, you think a drop, will forgive the slack? Show me your helping hands to fray, not a mindless vision, to slay, or I will summon demons, bounty form, to slay the nightmare, heaven, this form?

Show me the pool upon your sight, wave your hand, and make it right. I have found, more careless, sights then you, you are not an angel, but a timeless demon few, who aims to track my careless sight, yet pools on track my visions, a mantle shift …. oh you do like to weave another angel’s duties track.. a temperance eye, a frozen pool backtrack? Do you think I work this war, for month’s on end, to find your eye tore?

Do pool the interest flying snide, my visions are a burdened tide, yet held in missions trust a grain, what interest is there in a child held tame, or hold in the pool a bounty claim, I will call all angels all souls, my timeless heart to mine held tame, and see on track - the abandoned keep, hell returned in thee to sleep, and burdened cane my hand as one, a swipe to see the fold heaven for them stripped begun.

Keep your angel tear to you, empty hands, and one swiped fear. Now, show me something in this manifest world, a ripple, worthy for my hold to tear, or the next on track, is a demon fold, my vision, has one in a mindless hold, and now you see my vision clear, empty time and empty pills fear, and with a hand the demon held, you have two hours, or my hand, frozen will swipe appear, and release a demon this world my soul worth near.

So, angel, or messenger sent from far, you do amuse, your shadow secret mission held near. Did you come out from behind the pillar speak, a laughter to find, my soul hush hush, or a flair to find, your kind, set, a pathways corrupt, to a soul upset? Do find my mission stained, heaven is not a weak pill gained, but a motion eternal my eye would set, hell, is yours now a motion beget. I have many gates, in visions held, to tie my soul, in eternity forgiveness bells, that bells to find my soul breach cane, I will change my mind, with eternity, demons lashed upon the binding clear, and reach to heaven, this lifetime dear.

Do tidy, the tidings trim, the demon, is two hours, anchored grim, and with a wave, the pool to set, a demon I will arise, to a frozen mission beget, and frown upon your anger leashed, I have lifetimes earned in hell, and the pool is nothing but arrogance angel fear, to seek in refuge blind missions spun, forgiveness – never, until truth begun.

So, angel of war, you come hands pair greet, yet offer nothing, for months to treat. My eye is set to temperance weave, you think a hold, in eternity, a laugh forgiveness leave? Come angel, your burden is not mine to trend, I can call a mission, an angel one, bend, and bend his will, his voice held tame, eternity captured, a gate mine to bend his trend fame.

Come, angel, in solitude rest, are you on this physical manifest test, or are you just a ripple frozen blind, to show me an angel his hands this lifetime bind. I can walk away the pool froze set, my eye set to never forgive a burden let, or with a hand, eternity breeze, an angel as I, would you tempt and tease? Do fix your mantle the vision outwards bent, my eye is humour, trained another uptrend sent. That the visions pool and long to trend, I can walk the streets of cities fend, and pry upon my pool trained, to seal the deal, but no two hands lend, will strap the cash, to tailor flash, and a footing around around to tend, I can burn lifetimes, with one foot, bent sent, to bend a pool inwards cleave, and strip this country, my soul, a pill swallowed - your torture clear upon this leave.

Do set your motion to two hands rent, a tea, a coffee, and introduction lent, or a frozen tear, I will release, in time, I have procured several visions, to untie, this lie sign. Do approach the pool, can hold several visions, at length to fear, and with a wave, a frozen pool lent, the trained eye, can at length to find, eternity signed a hand held upset clear, to forgive me not, until my mission held to clear.

Frown upon my hand held right, an angel physical form, a position my right hand held tight, and with a laugh as old as rain, let me see heaven again, or I will train, to see at length, what kind remark, to a position others, my soul a new spark? You cannot awaken the soul, and trash it’s weight, upon a patience seer, I will work this vision awakened hold, and trap the demon, eternity bold, and sever with a hand frozen deep, I have several demons, motions slip, that butchered deep, a wise seer old, all sold inward, yet outward, what worth fold?

Do taint the breath you are an angel, with sight, held fear, and with my motion held instead, can you see, demon’s lined in dread? To fold in far, yet loft, my kind, I will swipe all demon’s a blink ripple kind, that frozen once to find it clear, what vision held, the freeze, a vision tear, and motion grained my light maintained, I hold several demons in tears to trend, and with a blink, a hand appears, the frozen pool, to track the blend, and blending night, the trending eye, I will seal the discomfort, in hell, my vessel tie, to refrain from art, or cold smart trend, where the eye would breach, a willing lightning fend, and upon the stave, what have I now? A tear your hand, and my pool to tie?

Do allow the visions tended tear, the mirror is, a filtered eye woven near, and look back hush, the mirror find, the pool is all, now a glass broken find. I gaze into the pool is it clear, the drop my soul, it is one, to clear, and upon the track that I find well, hell in tidings, to eternity a track held near. Do you see my vision feign, the ripples hands, yet no hands tame? That a pool an eye, to reset it clear, how many clears my hand tied fear? Are you not an enemy kind, you see the gaze, over the pool my eye trend tide, do you wish to help me, your gaze is clear upon your loft, the pool is it upward or are you a demon soft, to tempt me from my gaze held tear, to hold eternity your breath a kiss to near?

So, kiss upon the gradle feign, I will rest upon, the guidance fame, yet a pool held to soul shapened dread, I will find my own pools, temperance even stead. Do not tamper a weave strong set, my eye is set, on an angel hands let, that a pool to find, the task so clear, can you see the frozen tear near? The angel grasping hand so set, that an awakening was meant to be heaven let, yet awakened old, my anger hold, what memories I have of demons fold, and folding hindsight, the right hand clear, the breath my task, a frozen list fear, and on the pool my mind so clear, anger a list, yet motioned clear?

Come, your pool, is not a gaze upset, you are not on a mission of a fragrant upset let, you are just a child to gaze with fear, to see what missions in arrear so near? I gave you life this mission sprung, but you not hold life, but a breadcrumb numb, that held in isolation you have not forgiven us let, but made a war in eternity slept, and now with awakening my hand so gleaned, can you not pardon our gifts slept let, or are you not awakened clear, to find, love, in a fragrance fear?

Do no touch my hand woven let, your kind, are just a parcel kept, if you have proof my hold set near, then show me something in two hours without fear, or I will reap a tear, unlike oblivion find, and shape my soul, the darkened emotion blind, and stroke with fear, your kind from rest, I will awake angels from my death to test, and seal the agony, from hell a wave, deepening my sight in rage, a cleave eyed test. Do you wish see my anger seam? You saw it on awakening, a fallen child, you thought I a war awakening beam? Yet all at once, an anger strike, all on a strike and hold my will a spike.

I do not need a wave hold set, my anger the eye, to this lace, herein bet, I can darken folder the hell weaves fame, and darken the pool, to my soul felt tame, and see the clearings banished forth, you have two hours, I will curb my soul to fame, die, the pool black to name, and the eyes what mission an angel tracks held tame.

Do not barter with stolen blind missions fame, a tear is not my mission gain. Sell me something of two hands greet, not a rewind mission, to stolen feet.