Coming on Debacle

by turahtan

brace for impact, pass the door, wondering on still to be... dreaming to sleep on the floor, loosing the way to be free... feeling cold wind of the doom, dark of the infinite night... mad duty smile of the gloom, melting thin line of the light... my dear traitors and friends, partners on selling the world, something that will never end, sod, clay, and silver, and gold... don't regret, no sense, happy to think ever twice with thirty pieces in hands nailed on a block of the ice...
dull subway station death of the fire hateful sensation ever-win lying managing gamblers world development stranglers and ramblers pain you have got then promising rating yawning of past days wasting and waiting rushing rate races trains in the tunnels troops on the wagons blood on the channels wisdom of dragons fat politicians fate of the nation one way transmissions last generations trade of the cattle madness and useless meat of the battle fame of the goodness
You are not able flatly say stop, I am the helminth who eats the Globe. I'm not in hurry with pint-size teeth, All in the same key and piece by piece. Who is protected, if I slowly come from inside! Wanna be fed, wanna be, wanna be, ever right! Now I am here, I will not quit, I'm champing Europe just as a biscuit. You should give Satan payment for rent, He charge to swallow this continent. I gonna, I gonna, I gonna, I gonna eat Iron, wood, paper, and ground, and stones, and meat! Nobody likes me, but they pretend, Want to be happy to shake my hand. They are not able to fight and watch And are in fear even to touch. Keep your hands, keep your hands, keep your hands, shaky hands off. Wait, I will come, ever come, ever come, never go!
Abel 05:04
Past and magic celebrations, Sliding lights on Christmas tree Fantasy, imagination, Songs and singers. One, two, three... I am proud of my brother, He is older, he is right, Yes, we will respect each other... Should Kids Learn to Read and Write? What do you feel under fire, Hold your rumbling machine gun? Never more, your last desire, Only one time, only one... Food for powder, battle thunder, Deadly strike of killing storm, Bloody evening, meat in jumble, Packed on khaki uniform. When tomorrow seems as madness For forever to be free With my sneaky secret gladness: This is not me, is not me...
I trust in one day I'll forget all my sorrows Against situations believe in tomorrow. I will make my bid and I'm happy to try, yeah! When I have to go for the way through the fire. It's easy to guess that my moving is heavy, My life is the game and too much for the levy. I hate this black night and the sun comes to crack it. I wanna survive, yes, I'm lucky, I'm lucky! Crossing the fire you will be burnt...
black spiders slowly knitting the net where we are going nothing to get sparks of the fire dark of the night ash of desires void inside your time, cold rain, dead light, the grey... are you still planning daring escape dreaming on flying up to the space... out of the clouds sheltering sky as all around fear to die too late to go, your run too low... freedom allowed papers and inks the sun melts out Wax of your wings no more morning what is running well proud of burning fire of hell flight up the ground the sky is down...


released June 17, 2014


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