Civility

The words you can't ignore the ideas unexplored the exploited weakness of an ongoing war. dig the paint from your nails, pull the screws from it's frame bite down on the bullet as the bad blood is drained swim through the clouds, and don't ever come down talk to the half that's in need of a friend. flip your old grin, into a crooked, chipped frown for on the callous cold floor, your level again. the mirror distorts, and your view is estranged the perspective you trusted, compels you to change why is it that in such a stupor, our soul is revealed as the senses will fade, enlightened minds rear to educate ourselves, and strike down the order to choose what we learn, and the knowledge thats forged. the will for exposure, a progressing motion that defines our respect, dignity, and devotion devotion to the pious, selfless and righteous. to fend off the hordes of thieves and of liars. pull back on the throttle, and breathe in an answer spreading benevolence through the wind, like a contagious cancer. it's in these few moments, that words touch an audience and the verity of an action, the truth of one's valor is the symbol of resistance, and is judged by their credence in the smoldering ring, of an engulfed company live the smoky remains, of authentic civility