How can you let your dreams escape you when you are the only soul that can cultivate
the rich soil of your existence from the mine fields of despair?
When foolishness sleeps and wisdom weeps and the inner entities diminish; the soul tries to find refuge by connecting with another of like composition. In treading the soul of another you find yourself coming into a trail of tears.
Weeping over the lost years trampled with hurt and pain and in this case the trying to reconcile the anguish of another. Ancient remedies fail and the voices of your fore fathers cease to whisper vaguely telling you to call on God as they understood. Seeking to unravel the mystical language of one’s soul but once peace is achieved . . . glorious.
The prophets raged over the reconciling of the souls of others lost in the confusion of doubt and disbelief of their brethren while looking at themselves in a better relationship with themselves and their creator. The voice they heard was sometimes their own and the context of application later proved it. The souls of others out classed by their peers out did by their offspring and aged with bitterness causes envious circumstances to flourish.
Oppression makes matters worse when no one listens to a person a people a nation a generation it makes matters worse. To the death! He, she or they think. If may takes . . . (extant).