| Such a sweet silence has set, surrounding us, frozen in our humble foot steps. Watch as the snow falls, wait as the clouds clash, left in and out, staggering after the crash. All of the beauty gone, in a luscious flash, a spray of red, fluids spewing upon the faces of the statues that are selected and scattered carefully in several places. Feel the wounds that came with the whisk, run over the freshly torn flesh with your finger tips. Compensate to the debt, pay in full the giver of breath, scoop your pockets and draw the gold, to only dabble a bit with the coins as you hand over payment in full. This silence hinders the thieves of the night, and gives unto me the gift of ear sight. To hear the liars crawl from the ground, they make these specific sounds, can't you feel the waves coming from their lies that have been spoken aloud? Promises made, and promises broken, pain comes these free loathing promises as we step with the wind, deeper into the cataclysm of the darks bend. Surrender the sacrifice, or give in to the that which will suffice, for they come with great force, trying to steal with foolish noise, now they can hear the heart piercing voice, to rupture their crumbling culture with a violent choice. |
