Wednesday, December 16, 2009

all things documented in our existence

face the war and stand far off from the oceans. O'priests and nuns give grace to these inflamed cities, they shatter at our collapse, as the war rages on, no one can hide. the screams of the past echo through the future, terrified in the eyes of the innocent. the gasp of air in fear. breathing in pain is a mistake that must not be forgotten. stand with me for this is the biggest turbulence this earth will ever feel.

"captain these empires are falling down. the towers are set on fire. call upon the martyr, call upon your angels."

(the dove flies solo...)
(all eyes are focused to the sky)

hell believes they have won this fight, but victory is in our grasp.
"AND THIS WAR WILL BE OURS."

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