CollinSlocum

It's time to release the load of men, to the vast beaches down below. In time they will carry out the molds. their lives are forever untold. I listened to the chiming of bells, in the mourning of you. Your mistake was getting caught in it, now your well overdue. Birds singing at calls of hazed thunder, explodes in confusion from white noise. ending in silence, endless silence, they wished we had no sense, we falter. Shattering beauty at the red spill, box's sprinkle, full of its shrapnel. Tears wash it away into the waves, predators sending them into early graves. Bring me to the sound of the deaf child.

Grind your teeth Create the white powder That puts you to rest Drink the wine That's poisoned with greed Sulk in your filth And become like me A god in their eyes Bask in their gold One more time And turn on the floods That drowns out the noise Stirring you and me Let's go to Where it started Make it new Destroy the fallen Bring me too I'll bring adversity Nothing's true Blame the water for Being stagnant Let it all fall Drop the regret Let the knowledge rain down In the form of messengers From the high bleeding heavens.

Power is only the falsehood creation of man, Brought about to lead the world down a drain, A drain disposing of all ideologies, but one. Leaders of a society are just normal people With the aroma of excellence sprayed on Every morning from its glass bottle keeper. It is a cloth mirage that makes his followers feel more secure.