Proof that Inspiration > Self-Preservation.

I am defying every sense of reason present within me in writing this. However, whatever the result may be, I have been known to choose inspiration over self-preservation. This is a good thing in healthy measures, but for those who know be very well, I tend to take things to extremes. Again, there is nothing wrong with extremes... it's an extreme life we're living and an extreme world we live in... but when one voluntarily denies themselves much-needed sleep the night preceeding five days of seven-and-a-half-hour band camp sessions in the grueling 105 degree heat, just when sleep is most crucial to their well-being, it becomes unhealthy.
I like to sleep and rest, and I love to dream, but I don't like going to sleep. There's just too much going on in life, I wish I could salvage every moment of the night and put it to some good use rather than sleeping - unfortunately the human body was not designed for this and it would be most unwise to force it to comply. Therefore, I shall wrap up this rant and get on with things. I need sleep.
The following poetry is a result of random thoughts which led to random inspiration. A reflection of some pretty heavy subjects that have been on my mind recently... I guess this is my brain's way of trying to figure them out. And if the foreignese at the end turns out to say something I didn't mean to say, or something I would never say... Sorry, Latin isn't exactly my forte. Though I'm learning.
This naughty owl is going to bed now so she doesn't die tomorrow. G'night friends! Hope you somewhat enjoy this.

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It's the end of the industrial age
Coming out of the iron metal city
Into the grassy-hilled vicinity
Leaving the skyscrapers behind
Moving into tents outside the county lines
Speaking truth to lying lips, embarrassing the systematic flush
Breaking up the arguments, disquieting the problematic hush
We were like stallions in the desert
Burning, yearning, thirsting, learning, love;
Now we live in blanket forts
Bearing blazing torches in our hands
Watchmen watching in the hills
Camping in the countryside
In our God we still confide;
Forever shall it be
Life is HisStory.

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E Pluribus Unum
Populus Sanctus Dei
Sumus Una In Aeternum
Sumus Qui Numquam Dedo

Vox qui sono morietur numquam
Omni mundo est in manibus Deo
Nunquam poteritis in futurum relinquerent nos
Gloria, Imperium, Honorem, tenei solo Deo.

Nemo pote infringo Populus Infragilis.


Deo amor est supremum.
In aeternum ac Amen.


Shalom/Peace out,
-Rayla.