Memoirs

I satisfy the darkest grounds, in a time of bleeding perseverance
I choose to remain a soldier of the earth. With my mind and my motions I will construct the fortress and surrender my arms. Together humanity will take control, and abscond this world in the hands of those who grasp conceptions of a unified nation. Such notions will be the catalyst of a cataclysmic apocalypse and in there eye's we will see the dawn of a new age. There comes a time, diluted to a silent calm, orchestrated for the masses. This is why we fight, this is what we speak in tone, and this is who we are. Children of the virtuous; miscreants to the fallen beauty of earth. Intricately woven, distributed among our nation we lie dormant. Upon our resuscitation, humanity will endure the recoil of our wrath.

Awoken and sentient, liberal hands extend to convalesce society. Weathered souls broaden action, to revitalize and rekindle lost relations. Sufficient, yet dexterously derisive, the human genome strives to become celestial; an assertion of allegiance, evading elegant prophecies, conductive to perpetual subjugation.

Tension remains, as the last striving effort for mankind to retain strength, Superfluous amounts of eager minds mingle and mix amid the darkness. Clandestine societies conjugate, corruption under eyes of oblivion. But let it be known that we discern what lies beneath the surface. We reach out to the golden blaze of a succulent sun to say we are not afraid. It is in this moment, when we are at peace with ourselves, our mind, and our environment. That we reach such unattainable goals as we burst into ecstasy. While it does not last eternally, we are happy with what we have, Given the supreme endowments of all: the gift of choice, reason, and redemption.

Severance voids the unknown bondage of the human race. To those who have forgotten, our souls echo in eternity; Whispering words of wisdom; wisely, without desire, wholeheartedly. Slaving to the sounds of sub consciousness, seldom to seek sovereignty, Marching to the mastery of madness; mindlessly marauding meticulously. Accustom to the barbaric rituals of sacrifice, consumed in the illusion of security, Righteously seeking purpose in a manifestation of creation, a falsified education, Smothered by corrupt publications, we seek information from a hidden nation. Infiltration and auspicious, unethical relations, reclaim us to a sagacious extent, But the persistence of mankind baffles beyond perception, always striving towards separation; Resulting in a fluctuation of self-proclamation and our apparent desire for amalgamation.

This ever changing discourse plays over into my nightmares; wide eyes seek bright skies, so scared, so rare, and so unprepared