A Temple In A Planet

Without hate, love cannot be divided. Its the light that separates our eyes and our nose is just a bridge for "the stream" to pass through, to where it leads to our sky and words can CALMLY. SCREAM OUT. A WHISPER of joy. We are the dust, the air, the water, we are everything and we are NOTHING all at the same time. We are anything that the NOTHING can be. Even in death, ghosts are a mist in which light cannot reach, but we pass them every time. Blindly we walk on.

Black Widow

I wear this sinking ship for your cause of black mischief. As delicate as the wine glass you stumble upon an unbearable mess. For the masses strength not ones certainty, but you remain anonymous to the thirst. And all these blood suckers fall from the heavens because they have dried it out. Now we must water this earth back to life. I've wasted my time but the door remains open. Black Widow: And The Constant Breath To Breathe Fresh Air. Grows tiring, and hopeless. Sadness soaks this land and our thirst is not yet quenched. I remain anonymous to our people. But faith still remains. That is the hunger that fills The Belly Of The Beast. Blood ignites our hearts and flames arise from the sun, the sky is filled with light. And we go on singing...

The Vineyard

I hope you bring armor for your heart. This "Forever" is going to be long. If the sun never shines, than let it rain, let it wash our blood away. I thought I was alone, but only in a dream. I awoke to find thousands bleeding on their knees. The only ones I see that are worth the fight, are the ones standing next to me before battle. "Be Grace O'My God."

A Garment Eaten By Moths

You crawl dead in the garden of evil. ALL HEARTS AFLAME! I remain unscathed, unscarred as I walk through your horrors. It takes one match, one flame, I'll set your hell on fire. I'll show you destruction of love through the wrath of His grace. From above, this soul is but a grain amongst millions, separate the ripe from the rotten.

Job 13

A Mute: Patiently In Flames.

Suffocating my body in your jaws, we are restless to your guns. Sickness and health travel at the speed of light. And all my lungs have ran out of air, I'll dine alone tonight. Maybe this is clear, but how quickly we burn under pressure. I've watched you turn to ashes but never to dust. It was your love that you have missed your whole life. You have forgotten that love was already cured. A Mute: Patiently In Flames.

Beautiful Solitude

Death is as violent as the silence in music. But no matter how quiet we shake or how breathless the wind is. One thing leads to my mind... I was born with a thought, a quiet touch, a windowless sun and the smell of soft less rain, hitting my forehead.

Divide.

We travel through high dimensions, we wait until our legs give out. I follow my heart through the open door but this time smoke covers the entrance. All these mirrors reflect the sunrise. I feel the sun and I think I can feel it smiling. What a beautiful beginning to something so destructive. Yet, you destroy whatever love comes your way. You dry the surface, for the moment of breath you feel in your lungs. You stumble upon the ending, a fatal injury: the lie only hurts when the truth is revealed. You begin to rust.

A Martyrs Journey

Whats lost in this system is tangled at your ankles. This is the forceful way to go, when you destroy the pattern and stand against the tide. We will take on any one of these circles, we will hold onto whatever light gets us through. Pressure fills with doubt and courage turns to a cowards way out, we dry on wet land. This route is filled with horrors, The Ghost creeps into our nervous system, all nightmares become angels in disguise, this is the light that's gets us through.

Why do you feel so numb? When all the strings fall into place.
Why do you wish for air? When the only air you breathe is enough to make you choke.

Beauty shines, but one window at a time. The mirrors in my eyes reflect the painful way for us to die. We crossed the lines, with our hands out, we wanted anything to give you everything. The horrors get deeper, deep into my veins and the blood begins to boil, boil with the flames. Desperate for salvation, this way the water comes, I follow my heart, but my heart sinks in sadness.

What good is one love? When love drowns in solitude.
What good is our souls? If we don't find a reason to die.

All this time the fight becomes tiring. Slowly I crawl on my hands and knees, I just wished for the future to be much more than this. But what good is our love, if our souls don't find a reason to live? I felt deaths presence over me, he reaches out his hand and lifts me up. "I am not here for you, although your company would be joyous. No, in fact I am here to clean up the evil you have slain." I looked up, and did not see the evil mess. But all of the angels in the sky carrying the bright light. The future was in death to save life, I felt the echo in my blood from the choir of poetic doves. Faith.

The Fountain

Build off this note, we have stumbled upon a burning road. Where the casket cleans our sheets. We dress to praise the dead. As I stand point blank from the wind, her sea is what drives me crazy. With what I know, I know we might be surviving the Apocalypse. This drives me to the sea, where I rest knee deep in nothingness. And it's the darkness that binds me, like a black plague. The air to thin to make my stand, we rise with the tide. You can't shake the wave that consumes your body whole. Anger and aggression the fatality of your life that drives without question. We survive through the moment of failure, the bleak of our future rests in the "unknown". What was failure is now destruction. What was glory is now being tested. We found ourselves hopeless as we relied on each other. Now everything that has stand between us and them is the Lady that stands in the mirror. Angel of wings as she came, and the demon on the other side of this plague. These smiles cried as they watched her swim by. We don't notice our past until we rest dead. All creation comes to a halt. Salt fills my lungs and what consumes my fate leads me to question. The answer fulfilled this void I was in. Panic reaches my nerve, death shakes my hand. My God, we came to the end. The end that we have been longing, is the end that seems so beautiful. We were dead with the beginning, the beginning of our souls. I nourished my body, for its a seed. The seed that makes believe that a thousand dead bodies, carries this belief. My God she was wrong, a saint from Heaven. With a sea to swim in. She walks this grave alone; God didn't leave her, she left God. Now shes alone. That's all I see now. Death. My God, glory is death!