Thursday, November 11, 2010
Most Of Us Were Born Dead, Not Born To Die
We are just wings in the shadows of your hands, rising up to grasp the clouds and shine light with glory on all of the beautiful creatures of living things. These are the monuments we build for you, towers reaching as high as the Heavens. Don't escape, don't fall faster than the rain. This is the end, the end of your hallowing moon. The difference between day and night, is that during the day we know when the enemy is attacking. But at night is when the tide rises higher than the clouds. I use to think these nightmares were only dreams, but the dreams are real. The Devil haunts you in your sleep, as demons follow the similar path as mine. The only thing keeping me alive is that the devil doesn't know my future. Forged in flames, buried beneath the light, six feet underground. When I die I'll be a million miles away from death. And only an arms reach away from life. Confused? You should be. Don't confuse clouds with smoke. Wherever you go, nothing will ever exist as more real as this. I pray to watch you live.
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