47

it all comes to an end with death.
so wake the fallen
and brush their coats of blood and sweat
because you are headed to hell along with your dreams
just like every one of us.

46

franchise my perfection unto brass hooks
run line through hearts of stone and cast them out
how deep does despoar drag on
heated curretns flow up beyond layers
through sealed teeth and undernear fingernails
and we sink
quicksand out fond friend
enropping the avian children
clipping their wings and selling them
to gods bursting with blind faith
flip the cross and wedge
your faith between sin and love
the hearts of the war are full of sorrow
much like the abyss beneath the oceans grasp
the calm og the ocean and the drop of the ranges
crimes against heaven mean nothing
swalled amongst sea redder
then the deads will and tesetament

past verses shower meteor rain
down to the fault lines
they bury this heart.

45

those monuments erected in heroes wake
shatter at the recollection of their memories retold
at the memories our gods instill upon us.
we don't buy them
we sell them to those less fortunate
and those lacking the strength to brave life on their own
turn to me when your life turns for the worse
scale the flag poles and shred these colors
produce a tunic and enjoy the warmth of your countries people
so blindly following those colors.
unknowing of the outcome of elections
and angry with the deciscions made by the north.
the blood in my veins, corses through those opposing me
we are one in the same
turn your back to me when your life turns for the worse
cause I dont care.

44

I will show the world the steadfast railing that hold us back from the truth
the iron and bone congealed into a force so strong
the workhorse, triumphant as the statue holding our cities in place
we as a people are something we are not
a bold faced lie amongst the glory of martyrs
we the self proclaimed
we the ignorant mass
the faithful few that remain atop their horses
as profound as the four horsemen of the apocalypse
these are the people that deserve the reins our government throws so the wind
a quick awakening from drab tales inside our own imprisonment, our mind
and the day dreams promising that times will change, that times will never change
I've heard the same songs a million times, same arguments a million more
this change is impending, i've come to fear it more than the day the sun burns out
though she tried so hard, she will fall before our heads find her light.
a people so set on change
but so fearful of the results makes me sick
but who am I
a man amongst the riot of life
this is the memento i'll cherish
the same memento every aware american hides in his pockets and his throat
a promise of change.

43

the rings around earths chains
shackle inhabitance to their graves
a world among waste
the verse acts as the axis
prayers unsung and taxes unpaid
a world among waste
remains a bottom feeder
recycling nativity for avarice
a world among waste
breeds leeches traveling
shirts cuffed
and ties so neat
a world among waste
is the world we live in