Organized

Eventually, all organic matters will have been given bonuses from their sprout.

As the sprout gives it life, organic growth is nonstop as the will of circumstance has it.

It forges it’s complex systems unctuously through its circumstance.

As matter turns into true spirit, the condemnations that once clouded the roots and priorly the soil, the ground, the sea, the sky, space, and whatever lies beyond - the spirit cannot comprehend. And so now the beginning of a quasi-complex generation.

Complexity that is exclusive to its eye, their flesh that has been given opportunity that you believe gives you the chances of billion.

One dreams of life, while another dreams of death. Some will dream of drinking from a menacing concoction; mistakenly desired as of existence; perhaps brewed in the chambers of tar and must.

And in just a small chance, came you.