Meeting Underneath The Arch

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torn and tattered glass shattered laborer feet shod in worn out leather moving strategically down  the narrow path gradually forgetting the root of the assignment to recover the tribal allotment blinking to invision a road leading back down memory lane yet to remember a glimpse of the gory uphill battle fought in the never ending story's told tales of old to evoke struggling souls asleep in the throes to awaken for sake of glory's war that has yet to be won since the fallen son armed and out of ammonition took on the world and led vulnerable ones into the mouth of the sun ceased for a spell frozen stiff in the central point of the labyrinth in a statue of liberty striking pose standing out like a emboss sculpture of a glimmer glass god made of bronze and gold hearkening to the ringing mirage of freedom cries appearing to bellow out of hollowness rising up from below like smoke from hell's fire oozing like molten lava reaching up out of cracks of broken ground bound for the heaven's above to abode in a sea of love rounding the sinkholes of sheol thirsty bloodshot eyes vocalizing streams of a pouring out of faith dreaming to bathe in a wateringhole filled to the brim overflowing with open arms of hope dangerously treading a mine field of rusty windmills propelled to fan the flame on the wick of a candlestick on a windowsill inside a snow globe depicting a scene seen in a crystal ball after the fall all shall turn back into pumpkins after the ball wearing one broken slipper soles bleeding from sharp shards of past participles of broken words hovering over crop circles of promise land