How to know if you have risen to the call of good.
You never have to shed evil.
Evil is that which overwhelms the spirit of pure fascination without question to the harm of an innocent.
The good are those that liken the beauty that is around them.
The good are those that are carried with the rays of the sun, lofting on the surface of every colored living thing of life and being absorbed by one and all things awaiting it's arrival.
The good are the richness of the darkest soil, ready to sprout the colors in which light may loft.
The good are the love wonderment of the beauty perceived by the lover.
The good is an eternity of a moment that forever carries them in the wind, never lost, but jealous that they were once found by that which held them in their unique passions.
The good bear unbearable joy that without reminder, causes them to wilt and fade.
The good know instinctively that the light is the reason to dance.
The good have beautiful sorrow's pain, to remind them, of their once summer day.
The good harken to the most beautiful of a moments kiss.
The good know more than is important to fear.
The good unify the joy of their spirit with a song as their path.
The good blossom with an overwhelming nectar that is insatiable and, cannot be consumed by it's mates, just absorbed to satisfaction.
The good have contemplated the very walls that held them in, yet remember them not in detail but, upon return hear the spirit of thoughts they planted.
The good remember their innocence.
The good are held vainly as hostage and trophy of the powerful, as the proclamation of the power they weld.
To those who know and are called.
The realm that contains any darkness is not the true life.
Seek the harmonic and company of others that possess good and resonate.
Reason not their image exterior, but the soothing of their ways.
Flow like the wind and be fondly remembered by those who share your freedom.
It is better to have the pain of loss, than to capture and do harm to that which is good.
Those that are strong and wise protect the flow of those that are innocent and good in their choice of travel.
Always release the good to the pursuit of their dance, wherever it may take them.
Keep alive the moments you have shared with good in hope of it's final return.
The face of those that are good is the same within all that are good.
When good is free to roam it will pollinate the darkest regions.
Good must always be free to tarry by choice.
Good must never be owned, it must always be it's own direction.
Good is all that can change and be better.
Good is the return of a friend who journey's returned them for an encore of your company.
Goods greatest possession is your love.
All good that has ever loved becomes the greater good, and one.
The promise of tomorrow is good's return.
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