bare as I speak the lines of the pandemonioum
in the hands of all the generations before us
wet room
I see the departure of glory
like a laughing damsel on her knees
you purge
everything inside of you
and your screams flow through the breeze
I am more than a rose
and more than a stone
and are we all, am I?

yes yes we all contemplate this
and then we belittle the abstract facts
is it the war
is it the hate
no no because regardless lifes fate
will always remain dangerous