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....And the days will collide with hours, the systems will congregate one more breath before the collapse, and the pores of society will flood the streets with political disease and bring the plastic wrapped economy to a stalemate. Every soul shall obtain a new meaning to survival as they spill the blood of those they thought of as brothers and sisters, and trusted their dreams to. Every mind will be warped and steampressed into an illogical conundrum containing millions of unanswered questions. The truth will be told. Millions will fall to a coronary check list of faulty faiths and bad hearts. Trails of blood laid by the harbingers of chaos. Medicine cabinets looted mass-scale for their unmistakable ability to relive pain, and induce euphoric undertones.
I will ride past the bodies of millions just to experience the sweet glimpse of your eyes staring upon my bloodied sword, mixed with every blood born bacteria known to scientific mankind. Boots that have walked an every soil possible to tread between our distance. My skin, dark and tanned with ashed blood and soil. Eyes peering through a darkened face, stern with pain, hope, grace, and mixed emotions that are pioneered upon and foreign to this world.
As my nerves settle, my tolerance gives into your presence...and i realize i am looking upon another face, having been through the same biblical hell, and with the same emotional disregard for the weak that has been branded into our minds. The tattoos of spiders and tali marks of lives taken, we are the rulers of lives, and the reapers of a gutted society.
For the millions of new changes that have taken place, i still cry to think of what could be, and still ride on, knowing this could still be an emotion worth experiencing. A wrinkled note in my pocket of memories and trinkets reads an address, and a name paper-clipped with a picture of a girl with a camo shirt and liberty-spiked hair......
....And the days will collide with hours, the systems will congregate one more breath before the collapse, and the pores of society will flood the streets with political disease and bring the plastic wrapped economy to a stalemate. Every soul shall obtain a new meaning to survival as they spill the blood of those they thought of as brothers and sisters, and trusted their dreams to. Every mind will be warped and steampressed into an illogical conundrum containing millions of unanswered questions. The truth will be told. Millions will fall to a coronary check list of faulty faiths and bad hearts. Trails of blood laid by the harbingers of chaos. Medicine cabinets looted mass-scale for their unmistakable ability to relive pain, and induce euphoric undertones.
I will ride past the bodies of millions just to experience the sweet glimpse of your eyes staring upon my bloodied sword, mixed with every blood born bacteria known to scientific mankind. Boots that have walked an every soil possible to tread between our distance. My skin, dark and tanned with ashed blood and soil. Eyes peering through a darkened face, stern with pain, hope, grace, and mixed emotions that are pioneered upon and foreign to this world.
As my nerves settle, my tolerance gives into your presence...and i realize i am looking upon another face, having been through the same biblical hell, and with the same emotional disregard for the weak that has been branded into our minds. The tattoos of spiders and tali marks of lives taken, we are the rulers of lives, and the reapers of a gutted society.
For the millions of new changes that have taken place, i still cry to think of what could be, and still ride on, knowing this could still be an emotion worth experiencing. A wrinkled note in my pocket of memories and trinkets reads an address, and a name paper-clipped with a picture of a girl with a camo shirt and liberty-spiked hair......
I will ride past the bodies of millions just to experience the sweet glimpse of your eyes staring upon my bloodied sword, mixed with every blood born bacteria known to scientific mankind. Boots that have walked an every soil possible to tread between our distance. My skin, dark and tanned with ashed blood and soil. Eyes peering through a darkened face, stern with pain, hope, grace, and mixed emotions that are pioneered upon and foreign to this world.
As my nerves settle, my tolerance gives into your presence...and i realize i am looking upon another face, having been through the same biblical hell, and with the same emotional disregard for the weak that has been branded into our minds. The tattoos of spiders and tali marks of lives taken, we are the rulers of lives, and the reapers of a gutted society.
For the millions of new changes that have taken place, i still cry to think of what could be, and still ride on, knowing this could still be an emotion worth experiencing. A wrinkled note in my pocket of memories and trinkets reads an address, and a name paper-clipped with a picture of a girl with a camo shirt and liberty-spiked hair......