Beast of the game
Thru thunder we twist our minds,
Trying to shunt with the world
But the world doesn’t notice our struggle.
Fatuity fills the narrative heart, as the body fights the madness within…
Carving fights but keeping the specter alive.
Forgetting the beauty and nailing the empty,
Because beauty is only a diamond,
Our so they defend…
Like a true vagabond of life the yearning is but a lost sentence to the ego.
The same ego that lost every battle against himself…
There no trust in any of the story’s because the past did not care.
Behold the naked truth of the bird,
As silence fills the open drum…
Love abandoned the narrator does as he believes,
So dark innuendo continue to beat on…
As the dogs of war continue to drag his weak body to the final act,
Only to gamble the words of his last chapter,
And fulfill the duties of one soar creature….
A subscrição é anónima e gera, no máximo, um e-mail por dia.