Thief of the Night

He came like a thief in the night,
with his dusty russet armor on,
ramming through these masonry hindrances on his black stallion.
His tarnished spear pierced through trillions of barricades, searching for the identity that was concealed in this frozen Pandora box.
He provided a pure perception of what genuine sovereignty should feel like.
He made the love for living in timeless motions sapid, devouring fulfillment out of every delicious sweet millisecond of the day.
He assured that the freedom and loyalty to self is the most exhilarating orgasm to seek from life.
And he came like a thief in the night,
Extracting these masonry hindrances, while
leaving only a trace of his beautiful presence.

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