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"This Wrath"

Again the face smiles and we're left at an impasse as the trees stretch out above us and the ground seems to carry on, infinitely. Never to return, with no idea of how we got here in the first place. Is this a blank now? and is the cure worth the pain? The pen wont move until we've gone further down. The pen won't move until the other hand has dropped, and is that what was hoped for? Dropping off seems to keep more intact and keep us on a more destructive path. this is where the roots grow and spread for miles at a time.


"Carved From Stone"

Persistent and steadfast and ingrained. Such a beautiful thing to carry from such an early age. And held. "as high as a horses bridle", and never forgotten. but known and breathed and the sleepless nights were worth it for the knowledge and realization that these were, in fact, the times. And so unfulfilled for you to never ascend. As if this truly were the end. And as frightened as i was so am i aware, and full. Still reticent to believe but easy to please. As the mouth keeps explaining and analyzing the worst, the subtlety escapes the faithful mind but is not lost on me. So ascend as i said before and prove this wrong. Those mornings held true but so far from what was said by you. these scrawls of a madman prove nothing.


"Neither Option"

Embrace this falling never ending the parchment tears at the slightest touch, and days stretch to months more easily than you could imagine. And this continues longer than you could ever believe, until the end, closer than you could see. As the signs were clear in front of everyone. We found the true end here and it was in between. We were wrong again. Just out of sight. And still it comes down, and still it falls. No end, no change. We are left to this sky.


"Head Of Vecna"

Place this and perceive, fulfilled this need crossed this line.Take this and live, there is no more to regret. I can see the door, and the birds are more clear than ever. No failing, no falling, no apprehension. So much more, so much clearer., and the world has felt these feet and will again. These miles are nothing. Wearing thin carries very little weight. See to it that you are with me, purposeful and steadfast, new and unflinching. Take this and live and more.


"This Optimism"

Breathe in, close your eyes. This is a safe place, and easy to be alive. Held to higher standards and led along. the greater the capacity the greater the reward. And the view into the infinite the touch of always that comes to us all in time, or all at once. Believe me this time, but dont be afraid anymore. Breathe in lay back. As dark as we are the change is bright and forever, and on. Put it all together, we are more and complete. There is more to this story. Breathe in, we are more. Dissolve this and still we move, the change is clear and welcome, and i'm going home.

"Collapsing"

The darkness surrounds you. The darkness shrouds everything. Movement is apparent and the movement is dangerous. All around the walls are crushing, looming as if to threaten collapse. But this is the home, the dark, the warmth. This is still home, and you know you can't leave. So welcome the terrible weight of failure and our own arrogance. It hangs heavy in the air, with the smoke and the fire we create (there is no safe place here). Resign yourself to this, resign yourself to the dark. So never sleep too deeply, but most importantly, never get caught. None of us belong here in the darkness but it seems as if we have no choice. Our path was chosen for us and now there is no way out. But nobody feels trapped, as we become accustomed to this night with no end, and no end in sight.


"We Become Buried"

Colors shift, airwaves move and shape themselves into a perversion of what's right, how we were all fooled. And it continues to never add up. With options disappearing fast, the pacing voice and the burning hate-filled eyes make themselves out to be the only possible choice and truth. So long live the hate and long live the self serving destructive "ideals" that led us to this closed existence in the first place. Trust becomes an ugly word equated to weakness and a foolish path to better ourselves. Tired of deception from every angle and the constant fear (you must stay afraid). Fighting back becomes more difficult and we resign ourselves to existence in the dark (you must stay afraid). And the hate only gets worse. Hidden in the low light the hate only gets worse.


"It Is Good That We Never Met"

Plans made to be executed at a later point in time. "The truth is what we make it, not what you see, so ask no questions." And derisive comments, disregard, and humiliation are what we reap from trying to change. They know now exactly where they stand and kneel. Mostly the latter, it's been building up to this all along. Every meticulous step. And it was missed by all of us. Walls built out of self righteousness will keep us apart, and now we are easier targets. So those in favor take note to exploit every weakness that we show you, almost as if we want to be destroyed. Yes, we do have a deathwish. So do your worst.


"Two Houses"

The soft feet stepping, the blades sharpened and the regard for life wasted away to nothing. As only one rule is kept in mind (with the heart detached from anything worth feeling). And then the fire and the death, as callous hands stop callous hearts, and even the memory is erased with the fading of the light. The tower is lit again (like a funeral pyre) and the silent motives dissappear into the all encompassing shadows. Without a trace, without a memory. How could we free anyone when we can't save ourselves.


"What Was Said"

Regardless, We Fall. And it comes for us all, creeping, drawn out, or so quick you feel nothing at all. This seems to be the only way out, the only option against aiding and abetting. This is what it has come to, how far we have fallen. All it seems that is left for us is to fall further, into our own desires, further still from those we once might have called friend. As the actions taken by the masses implicate us all. We all have blood staining our hands. Lying to yourself or killing your conscience may ease the guilt. But that's not enough, they will never wash clean.


"We All Have Blood On Our Hands"

"We'll even take the sky away, block out the sun if we can." This has been planned for years. The reasons change with the weather and still nothing has been found but lies. The words take wing to pierce like daggers at the nape of the neck, while the back is turned. This was supposed to be trust, supposed to be for us. Now it all belongs to the few, and only cutthroat tactics and walking over others gets us respect in the eyes of our "god". As the web grows tighter (yet larger) we are all caught. And those that don't see it coming are turned even more twisted than before, without knowing. "Yes we now, will even take the sky away and leave your life as dark as ours." Taken away and destroyed before our eyes. No voices were heard and none were memorable. We were left to our own destiny, failed at that and sought solace in the coldest arms imaginable. We are the makers of our own fate and we failed. We all have blood on our hands.