How brave does one man have to be before he has proven his sorrow:
a penance to an ungrateful world?
Betrayed-- used, and full of so much self abuse, he throws darts at elephants hoping enough will stick.
Alone in his heart; though followed closely, but they are all ultimately helpless from that which he cries constantly at night: the light from above burns flesh, their cries in the night burn souls...
Echoes, oh the echoes of all whom have fallen; burnt bodies and no hands, souls from the grave call out: "redemption!"
And to think it is you and YOUR COMPANY who must keep THIS appointment: oh what grim destiny, throw off your collective guilt-- stop begging all around for forgiveness.
In this horror you were brought back from abyss, god has provided you with this final and greatest of missions: begin telling the tales of dead men, bring apocalypse to their election year feast.
Oh what a "gift" to give; the honor to spill, such a flowing retribution to all; the silenced, restless, torn souls, await us all, tragically... unable to seek peace.
The furnace is all around us, we wait, expecting "you" to save us; "oh special savior lead us to a loftier place", but keep our conscious unaware of the dark secrets you all keep...
This message guarantees future damnation of all whom sit idly by and eat, at a table whose feast is carnage and deceit...
Salvation, oh salve of our despair, realize he is just a man caught so innocently in your hair...
have pity and rescue him too, for he knew nothing of life and the liberty, of demonic actions ordered shockingly from those sitting, in big White chairs...
In 15 days, this sorrow ends
love u
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