David and the Sling

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Severe altercations and abruptions to all things within 

  The rhythms of lives familiar peace.

Or days of relentless routine; monotony,

  And nights darkening lease.

Hoping for a valuable after thought,

  Of any being who pursues,

Frantically searches for the proper banner;

Implementing any possible true attributes,'

   Or sincerely placing such principles to use.

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The light comes with patented clarity,

    A rescue;

Allowing all pieces to form an enlightenment

Joy and diverse beauty.

  Within a disserving bosom rent.

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Passing mountain streams, and various hushed landscapes,

And the plants stems and leaves reach to the heavens.

The beasts of the earth all murmur,

   Under the warmth of the glow.

While the butterfly anxiously touches upon them in his pursuit

   Of a comforting summit.

Tis' not his artificial creation that causes the

Prudent eye to see its dignity lit.

 

Rather, it floats in humble grace,

In delicate splendor;

It is an object of real space

Yellow Butterfly 

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