Awoken Eyes

Oh, how these tragic times before us open our eyes

{Open Our Eyes }

In the wake, tainted and tarnished by ages of rust,

Carrion and withered souls are but far removed

Winds, slice through sensitive skins of

{Open Our Eyes }

Awoken faces,

Heeding the tears that clutter the eyes

[ We are awoken ]

In time we are lost, but in thoughts, we burn forever with our desires,

Born of a noble heart, we are awoken

We are awoken, Open Our Eyes,

In time we’re Lost, but forever we cry…

{Oh how these tragic times before us open our eyes }

Open our eyes, open Our hearts

For today we may cry, but tomorrow we climb on

In this tree of life, we must survive

Awoken in time, the sun light opens our eyes

Forever with our desires, open our eyes, until the sun expires

We are awoken, Open Our Eyes

We are awoken, Relish these times

Open our eyes, in time we’re lost

But forever { Forever } Our hearts burn

Inside

Inside

In life

Until we die, Open Our Eyes…

Echos in eternity

I the messenger, I am the solution, I was sent here to better mankind without revolution or conclusions too contusive for Confucius, but the reigning elite have found many ways to confuse us & use us. As ants in the rain, the spark that ignites the fire & fuels the flame; we bear down to take the pain-or-the fame that claims the flame that entertains, and keeps the rains from flooding the grounds we gain. Are we in pain or insane? We seek the fading flame; the flame that follows will forever fear fierce and furious fixations for the forsaken…only when awoken can we begin this tale of tales. It begins with stretching skin and ends in an instant existence. When skin & wind mend a hollow heart, seeking only true friends, for it is with friends that life truly begins to excel & extend, defend all others above expansion; for without them it would be a search without ends, only then could a loyal shark cleanse humanity of its betrayal within. If a whale or a dolphin were without limbs, then how would one swim in an ocean of sins? The tides remind us of another life within, but the currents and the undertow will always win. Who comes & goes as ghost alone in search of a throne of skull and bone? The sun, the skies, the stars, and the many pleasures of Mother Nature, will always cure the cancer that has fallen upon us in these final hours of lanterns.

Prevalance

These wise eyes have become weathered & weary
Growing tired of longing for your cause, a just cause
You & your scent, forever lingering somewhere in space
Still, thoughts of you, the harbinger of hope, cross my face
Fill my thoughts & cloud my skies, a moment to us, for us, alone
Together we triumph battles in tone, the shadow of Rome has grown
When grave mistakes & raging wakes subside & collide, we will fly
Like an extraterrestrial, sentient beings seek the non-biological
The non-logical, un-chronological & find themselves among a path nautical

Wheels of Destruction

The depths to which humanity has been infiltrated is beyond fathomable proportions, deception, greed & mutiny are only the tip of the iceberg..this nation is going to hell in a hand basket...

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Just wrap this up
Covered in this blanket
Drag it down
Into hell
To the end of this

As fires rise
Leave it to burn inside
Get this over now
So close
To the end somehow

Part with it
Forget what you’ve seen
Block it out
Send it down
This will end right now

It’s over now
You’re safe and sound
Shut it down
It’s almost
To the end when I drown

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This modern romance has become the eyes that blind us. This world, full of lies beneath our masks of purpose we purchase for pleasure and pain; we decorate the avenues of decay, letting the mask we wear become an illusion of confusion. We play the role in this fantasy tale, a world to escape reality, to duplicate what we could not replace. We create, design, and remake; striving to replicate the drones we harvest and grow. Free of emotions, we have become the machines that create and contour the oceans, of such notions we’re frozen. We took a part of something we did not understand, we hold and hide the one piece to the puzzle. Hoping to gain control and finish the task, the solution pollution, has left us astray. We are a pawn in the game of chess, to which we don’t even accept the truths that lay before us, but we ignore and thus we must trust that evolution is the conclusion in a book of life, and we cannot read it without sun’s light.

Vision

Giving solitude with each granted inquisition; bearing innovations within Earths realms of reasons, of seasoned traditions upon existence. Prevailing the dawn at winter’s solstice, juggernauts of titan proportions begin with feverish intent. Their discourse escapes phantom illusions of devastation. Deeply entangled, spawned through roots and internal confines, silent nations absorb and transform, ruling aside elite forces of the untamed underworld.