Divide a spoil of suggestion that lingers within the moral complex of sin  a powerful wave that destroys with each passing what was once pure inside a childs mind forever lost in the seeds of discovery what reamains of pure is subjected to each owns trueself

Devour my blood ******* pain among those who walk among as thiefs these in darker minds of uncontrolled planning who hold no value of hearts embrace devour my blood and seed in the depths of endless countess moments locked within the cruel extensions of history devour my blood for my strength has always been my shield my fortress among the heartless of man

The ***** gather and roar of hunger while birds of pray hover over these of bad lands while fields of despair whither away in the scorching heat of unresolved matters there comes no true resolve to the conflicts of necessity for hunger is a desire of need an instinct formed within the elements of survival a primeval additive that ensures each species existence

The devide of man has always loomed within history conflicts of interest have fueled the foundations of war and left mothers within the sorrows of tears for power is a beast that devours all who seek its embrace to only leave behind in the end other chapters of history to be examined by those left to indure the madness of mankind

Madness more than just a word in a uncertain world a partner with greed and envy it sits wispering it's destruction to willing souls a commander on board a dangerous ship filled with weapons that distroy goodness at it's shores for what of a mind but master of its own soul a warrior with free will to decide if the madness of the world rules his or her true course

Selfish fish in an ocean filled with dangerous sharks who feed upon the weak a swarm of calculated predators who's hunger grows within the instincts of greed a process that holds only one certain outcome a outcome that only produces the same results

Titles that entangle others pain a silent suffering upon those without voices while others in powerful places cause extreame in justice upon those who's tears are never heard a sick cycle that in chains those in poverty until one of many gather inside the foundations of truth

Morality has lost its true course been decived of its worth by liberal deception a master plan of destruction forged by those who oppose the true foundations of democracy that hinders there personal agendas for traditional roles have been replaced with false values a campaign forged and designed merely to prevent the natural order of our existence

Criminal minds seep within the sewers of despair pray on the weak of mind like a savage animal patiently waiting to consume its pray a force of human nature lurking within the shadows of deception for it is what is discovered within each of us that defines good and evil this of free Will that seperates humanity from the the carnage of devour

Darker shades lyeing quietly like sleeping ***** before the hunt before the feast begins a savage connection like tress helplessly rooted inside the belly of a storm before thunder gives its first roar violence that destroys then lends the solutions of survival

Quiet a word that now brings of great value for maddnes roams our lands searching for its pray quiet a second to be undisturbed by what man's eyes see in this quest to discover one's true self for dangerous rivers run more deeply within these cycles of change that will forever change mankind

They flock like hungry savage dogs seep Inside nieve minds and devour truth while twisting there teeth even deeper within others dreams of deception that will never come to be for even the wicked of heart are weak and there minds  a twisted play ground for all who enter inside this of never ending hunger

Once where we of union bound by promise bound by each others word now lost forever more for when one seeks of another seeks to destroy the foundations once held dear there comes of a sensation of betrayal a feeling that what was given was nothing more than lies told merely to desive until another is claimed willingly into the depths of greed

The lights from a far where dim  and the sea unforegiveing  my mind thought of home thought of yesterday's now lost within these storms of confusion for these waves grow in power and swarm my decks of discovery but will not defeat my strength for Iam here sailing into uncharted waters of the unknown

Beware for liars roam are lands thiefs and cowards mixed within conversations shadow the concreate jungles of endless hunger searching for the weak of minds willing to conform to suggestion for one must question before action is taken think in quiet form then apply the threads of strength to sew a new approach to victory

My lover desived my heart for even within the vows of union there can be no guarantee of what is spoken to be of truth no true signs that signal the dishonorbilty of another's words for love is a fragile line of trust and easily broken when actions of deception apply a more sinister route of false connection and gives birth to the monster that lays quietly within

Time separates the past but not the cause of pain applied by others hands or the outcome of what comes of it for wounds of the heart heal within the days that pass but mends not the scares left to untangle the rage still left deep inside for time truly separates the past but never the anger that stays quietly locked deeply away

Brother against brother a drifting raft of history a destruction that holds no true resolve for what of blood to be shed of war  like savage dogs hungry for victory that holds no truth behind the battle cries that charge forward for mankind entwines it's lust of free will but what of free will to embrace among those who battle on without remorse

The **** no longer roars beaten down it weeps and feeds upon the violent jungle that it roams  freely within a messenger with powerful fangs it devours without thought leaving only behind it's endless hunger a spoiled creature of nature it slowly begins to feed upon itself to devour again upon its own being

Love cries outwards as it falls from grace once of  powerful meaning now lingers in the hands of doubt four letters of a word an idea of true connection now must be redefined in the opera of illision once thought of truth love must now surrender to the possibility that it's form its foundation can be more can be weaponized  and used to harm the fragile ingredients of emotion

My scares run deep for others who I have once loved have inflicted unforgivable pain upon my soul reached deep within with merciless intent and left behind an injured mind that wandered alone in the desert of time searching within darker vessels of emotions for clarity but found instead no true resolve for unspeakable acts of personal harm for one must over come but also stay true to one's self and declare victory over all who once plunged there swords deep within a warriors heart

There comes  an awakening a moment in time that defines one's soul  a gathering of free will that transforms one's character from what is absorbed threw the interaction of others and what has been delivered from that process for each of us our choices from that moment on are of what we have indured and what we still have to discover

An explosive force gathers submitting an idea that poisons the moral foundations of mankind a purpose of destruction that feeds upon the the willing minds of the many a corruption of desingn to devide nations who struggle for unity

Helplessness a harmful feeling that surrounds us all fragile beings  of mortal blood we linger in foolish games pretending that we are all powerful and in control a liars performance danced among others who pretend in this sickness of illision for we are all children danceing inside are own individual fears feeling all along a powerful sense of helplessness

Our children gather inside games of distruction except dangerous fantasies as there realities while loseing connection of valuebility for technology has advanced beyond our children's compression poisoned tradition and masked its self more powerful then the bond of birth for if our children desenseatise themselves from there true reality then what of mankind's future if all is lost to submission

Culture is manifested by the majority vote a process carefully designed for profit and gain a careless preach of human  trust that no longer apludes with open arms for there are forces who only serve the will of those who are willing to suppress and conquer others will to break and theft of others dreams a process that can no longer be ignored or accepted by those who only wish to feed upon the world

Unsettling times twist the strength of steel testing will with reaction to form a powerful force of negative reaction that spills outwards like the violent forces of nature for one must drill deep inside ones true self and delivery a form of consciousness that delivers a form of respectful freedom for all

One voice of substance one view of true vision one moment from one's true self to deliver of something of connection a gesture of good will an extension of kindness to others in despair elements of honor that once more must rise above and beyond the indifference of opion

Six hundred horses with thunder under feet call of the wild hearts to the beat of the drums for war circles it's plagues upon each land a poison that seeps within the will of man a time to seed other paths for humanity must begin with a simple plan so grab the rains of your carriages and begin a new path for six hundred horses wait uncalmly for there depart

Despair brings a certain outcome among the many who struggle from others greed for what of a pile of gold to be worth if one has destroyed his brother with his deeds or sister who has done the same for despair brings an ugly outcome a certain message that rings out loudly inside the world's of poverty

There must remain a sense of connection an unbroken bond of trust that never sways from its tracks a force of strength that even within the turmoil of confusion it stands its course threw time for if mankind surcomps to the elements of persuasion allows materistic wealth to be more valuable than our children's future then all is lost in the struggles of life

Destruction boils like stew in a giant kettle a mixture of rage and selfish reaction that creates explosive outcomes of extreame and intense emotions for we must open our eyes and see the true barriers of our differences and react with mutual respect for if destruction boils beyond the kettles of reason then violence joins in with eager appetite

Poverty is it's own madness with mirrors that cannot hold the envy of those who desire the wealth of others or conform ideas of righteousness to mask unlawful actions that rebels others to intwine within dangerous degrees of harm for poverty a design of greed is not an excuse or tool to used among mortal thiefs in any form

There are thiefs among us all even within the tiniest of spaces for lies unfold the truth open our eyes and force us to see that we all can walk blind along the painful paths of deception for free will gives these of choices to those who only wish to do harm onto others but also to be absorbed by those who have survived who now see and seek to expose those of unsavory character

Politics have devided my brothers views masked its self like a performer on a stage of props staging it's lines of lies allowing each mind to wander within its powerful web of deception for politics is a tool forged from the minds of men to whittle a device made solely for profit for those of wealth and not of greater device for only the whole of the Apple is pure and true to its design until it is devided by the hunger of free will

To vision beyond circumstances is to hold dearly to faith and one's willingness to reach beyond the ingnorce of others  who's only mission is impose there believes upon the will of those still trapped inside there own conflict of deception that has rendered  truth its self for one must not leap before one collects and calculates the harms of reaction for humanity is bound by honor and justice for all

My heart fills with the quiet sorrows of my world finding there in smaller places s deeper sense of despair for love now only a tool to determine another's worth saddens me even more for true hearts weep while others seek even greater degrees of wealth a ruthless pattern set in stone for all to determine

Love a cylinder within a chamber a weapon that fires sometimes dangerous outcomes two as one with separate minds that twist each others soul love what of it to be but what one embraces its meaning to be each of its own being within four words

The past remains of lessons learned heartache and heartbreak joy and disappointment mixed inside so many different kinds of tears a journey of discovery walked step by step threw the winds of uncontrolled outcomes now to only be looked upon as what defines one's approach how one no longer invites eagerly of another or opens to the nieve winds of yesterday

My mind unravels the input of disposable trash useless absorption of matter of invisible form that continues to rewind with inpactable reaction a side effect inside a continuing cycle of reflection

My mind like others seeks of truth and justice to be of peace with those appointed to protect with trust without doubt or of need to question the actions of law that divides an unequal outcome that allows the wisphers of war to rebirth once more or give sanctuary to those who have achieved the upper hands of wealth the ability to sway the winds of direction to benefit there party or others of selfish postions

One's quest lingers within one's own self a devide of will that holds of a greater degree of salvation for each must first see then react within a positive flow of responsibility to perform a service of impact that ripples of faith upon other doors of doubt

Nieve minds race inside the fast lanes of life free styling along in careless character projecting only what has been inhaled before the process of thought has been applied a reckless application with inpactable force that complicates the entire process of delivery

In quiet motion where bad things stain the Windows of joy who can truly recover but within those dark storms new light begins again it's journey for ones soul needs of another among all who seek the same embrace for painful moments locked in time with loss births a new begining a new dawn to survive tommorow

Threw others reactions one can see there are truly thiefs among us all those who take without remorse and seed themselves as victims of situations caused my there own greed a master piece of deception behind the curtains of those who oppose the laws of the land

The after shock torments the mind while rejection dances it's dance of victory for love played it's roles two entwined within the circus of illision each holding its own agenda while all along the winds of serpration slipped within loves triangle a begining to the end of our first kiss

The stone skips over The water's edge causing ripples before it decends beneath leaving only for a moment a second to reflect for man is like a stone throwing ripples into the calm of day destroying nature's harmony with its will a defect of design that still ripples onwards causeing ripples to become wakes in a never ending chain of events

There is a devide that ears and eyes can no longer ignore a sense of mutine from those who oppose the ideas of change or new leadership that would make all responsible for actions that apply harm to the whole of society for good must prevail over evil must defend with honor but not stand weak in these times of uncertainty

To see violence holding strong brings of great tears for history repeats itself without remorse a sinister repel without control of thought a dangerous collection of thoughtless minds who only seek to disarm the goodness of moral integrity a selfish state of mind that lingers within the shadows of time

Each road walked is different and still the same what eyes see what heart feels brings sorrow and sometimes joy to a journey of discovery to feel of another's sorrow is to open and understand that all of us matters as a whole