Let the wind abide you by your touch.
Your sensation, ever much.
Open thoughts that pass your mind;
Leave your soul and past behind.
Let you live your life as you need,
Don't bother on that worthy deed,
It's nothing now, don't you see;
What useless manors srtike you and me.
But the agony and pain comes by so vague,
It's like a sickness; like a plague.
Let the wounds scar you up,
Forever more, dig you up.
Feel the blood run down your spine,
What's your life, now is mine.
But I can only take control,
Of one I thought was mighty bold.
Your very heart, it beats so fast;
You're like the wind; cold and vast.
Don't let those breaking memories tear you down,
Your intentions will fall to the ground.
And with that, enough said..
My one, my only
Love is dead.
But life is fragile, it we seek,
Nothing more of it to speak.
Let it pour amoung the Earth,
Our life has brought of many births.
Forever does this world stand,
So whole and happy, like the sand.
But with the blood of hate and doom,
This Hell will rise upon us soon.
We'll let the God's take our lives,
Watch as they drop it down the lines.
The lines of which we live on now,
The lines that cross the world's ground.
Those two lines are North and South,
The poles and people, that walk the clouds.
Of mighty guns of war that sound,
Let our bodies stay unite, we stand!
We fight for rights, yes that we do.
For love that seeks our insides true.
But do we let them take away our thoughts,
Of what we took with us, with the things we brought?
We'll let them burn the bark from trees,
And let them kill our enemies.
We'll watch them as they watch us grow,
And let us sink underneath the undertoe.
Intentions of the stupid mind,
Left our senses far behind.
Forever as our Gods command,
From left to right, united we stand.
Together our peace shall hold,
Untill we find the sacred Gold.
Let our duties carry us far,
The distances traveled, just for war.
Our ancestors die, and we are born.
Our clothes are ripped, our hearts are torn.
But we won't stop marching, for we are one;
We are what the Earth's become.
The nature of the Godlike soul,
That holds us together, thick and close.
But we must not fight when it's not needed,
The rich are always money greedy.
They take what's theirs, and recieve more too,
But will they take from me and you?
Will they ask us what we're worth,
When we're drowning in the seas of the mighty Earth?
But let me tell you something now,
I'll tell you how we live; somehow.
I'll let you know a little secret,
But you have promise not to tell.
There's two places to go,
One that's bad, and one's good though.
Those two places will tell our rank,
But still our minds, will remain blank.
Let's let the blood run down our spines,
Trickle, trickle, bloody vine.
I'll let my mind take the carress,
Forever more, I'm the less.
I'll let you torture all my signs,
My differences,
My vital sides.
And with this manor, I resume.
To pay the prices of my one-stake doom.
