Turnabout Survival of Courage

Unintimidated as a surviving man, paradigm the model trapped under a pile of rocks below the rubble of the clasping-collapsing cave it would be only timid untimely matter of unexpected time, only when the man would revitalize the outside the outclassed world self-managed again. 

 

For the man couldn't lift his legs off the ridged sharp edge of the jagged rocks and cut the stabbed wounds of his skin nearly bleeding. The rocks were against him like an enemy challenging a tall order attack race against his him provoked unsettling trouble. However subtly burdened; he called unto God redone in the faith of the word that gave him breath living chance to get through unsurmountable doubt. 

 

Unconsidered options were indubitably dissolved his confidence dissipated; when he'll see outside society again, in a different unusual world, vague reality wrapped over their minds that would possibly recognize him even remotely alive again. The rocks have borne the weight on his legs like shackles chaining him to the earth immobilized to travel anywhere.

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For this survivor is alive, he is one but left out in the wilderness, outcast in cave split and divided from this camping team. This man is of turnabout survivor of courage. It is an eternal courage unfaded explicably likewise incapable of dimming its light. A burning brightness that will never shallow dim its steadfast pretense of love from escaping away from unconcerned hearts. 

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The surviving man isn't limited courage but expendable fear from rapturing his thoughts, and every word reachable the platform uplifted voice up a cloud to heaven is closer a messenger descending from above beneath to sky to report beside him answering the contact comfort call to his request to save him.   

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