The Admiral

The Admiral
You are the captain of your thoughts, the one who willingly sails the sorrowful seas in which your emotions whirl. Traveling toward the harbor of hope, attached to a shore of sweet sands. Where the promises laid within thy being may stand.
Be Filled with courageous cheer from the Host of the Highest Realm. For we continue in woah, and our sadness persists; it professes its truth in the courts of our yard, and behind the walls of our temple of triumph.
If One wishes to be adorned with the highest respect. The bellow of our grief simply cannot be, for its crooked complexity will surely consume the host and his vessel.
The petitions of man's heart do not descend from the heavens, but ascend from the pit. For it is wicked as the authority of wizards, and dark as the lowest bowels of the sea.
Crying for peace, yet working in perdition. The Reigns of the heavens, it cries not for. But the snares of the abyss are more than a delight.
Just As the seas sank thee mighty titanic, so shall this conclusion be brought upon man whom is ravaged by the ill of his "feels" Sinking him into a tomb of ravaged heartache and brokenness without beauty.

Let's be clear You are the commander in executions over your feelings movement. You must look directly at the anger of the sea. Knowing by the power of choice,It gives thee a means to rest where the idea of fear falls as a snowflake in the dust.
Brethren,Where are the pillars of wisdom, and experience. For it speaks of purpose, function, and logic before the color of emotion fills the frame.
The life you wish to uncover is sunken below the depths of the darkness you fear.
Yes, the winds are violent and careless with their power, the sun shall withdraw its glory and the beauty of night will be blanked by the clouds of confusion
Yet still, as the admiral of your voyage, courage must be the wind behind thy sails, for the heart of the sea is indeed angry with a fury of no comparison.
For the jewel it holds, brings generals to peasants, and kingdoms to naught. That every being of man is crushed beneath the want for such a living, and imperishable treasure.
Only achieved when enduring the most vile weather, the storms of your sorrows, the vexing of your yearnings, all must be just feather of no worry. For then you and they shall see the splendor of their admiral who sails so supreme
A captain of champions indeed he be, the leader of lions you shall see, a whisperer to wolves, and a boast of bears, has left his heart without the fear that snares.



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Writer(s): Matthew Boagni
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