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Mostly jumbles but I like the part about heaven and religion

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Going down later each day is sun; raised is spirit. Winter, though cruelly unforgiving, is test; knowing spring is next born you pass; fail you know no cycle- life. All might of life forced unwillingly sinks spirits each time raised. Up or down, no matter is fine. What goes up goes down. Rather down then up, for next is up- anticipation better than realization. Now dinner, back be I in few sweet moments; down to dinner- up now, back here to leave though soon back be I- later is now and just won black jack rounds; now up 10 bucks! Feeling immense mysterious feeling of compulsion now- more and more- though trek I will, at end of sentence, to Mrs. Bitch helping myself to better grade. Bitch- perhaps name suits not the person; rather kindly received was I prompting this thought. Petting cat: Does not cat anger upon ceasing to pet, forgetting all strokes already blessed upon back? Years old now concluding IÂ’m cat guilty of atrocities worse then forced death upon soul, only knowing gift, forgetting own lift, seeking now sublime culmination- everlasting bliss. For happy is one upon death if death is no bound. Yet, bound be death then destination be found. Sweetest lie is lie of safety; no soul receives reason if reason leads to wooded box; stone marked alone justifies no life, rather clouded light magnificent is truth to those endowed belief, whose journey knows not an end. As end, prayer, though false, pays dividends; thought after death bids contradiction; null thought receive earthly heaven; no realization, for mountain climbed is feet yet honor is goldÂ…
Cry – tears - Pain ceases, returns joy; joy ceases, returns pain; up goes swing, swing goes down; halting motion – death – up knows not nor down; voided swing knows not limb peaking nor ground below; rubber band forces realization; just void of motion, perception lacking; sun setting longer not for oblivious is voided motion. And all goes well when void- Smooth Ocean proves traversing celerity imbued. Conversely ocean subjected -boxer as wind - prompting adversity, for reason results to strive when punched face hurting soul questions meaning- purpose is old- eternal- and prone to fading yet existence never questioned; Yet…
Good today was, evolving mind seemingly knows not bounds but skies limitless in sight and meaning. Visions of Cody but half complete, already soulful thought prevails; Recordings much like words written by Jack; know I NOW; inspiration resembling his inspiration wish I had, so seek I will and uncover, rather enable and be enabled like stone skipping over water; Alone, stone but stone, water but water, yet, together, with motion, skipping in childhood memory upon saltiest water- piney smell engulfing senses around 360 retention of purest joy amidst heavenly contention, fatherly presence- awful sensations- makes product blissful as pretty, calls time spent proper in beauty. Motion be drug though drug in youthful quests need not be present if accomplish purposed in accomplished.