Cold Freedom

Look outside the window and see the cold. Billions of flakes of snow blast into the air the hills topped with shining light They fly away to another end of the frozen night. The sweet taste bites the tongue of the homeless man. It frees the chained and abused paved American land. No more cars on the street, replaced by the wonderful torrential sleet. Go outside, hands in the air, and feel the cold. Do not expect heaven to answer the call. The only answer is the cold night, that is brought by the beautiful, moving flakes of light. The creeping numbness takes all feeling away then there is no wrong or right anymore. Smile! Congratulations! You are Free! Join me now, lift your earmuffs, let's hear the cold. All the soft steps of a billion flakes in the world. There are no more machines on the road. And no more yells or hustles and bustles of a million people on the city streets. All the shops closed, the end of human greed. The slight creaking sound of boots on the ground but this isn't an another invasion; this is peace. In the cold, we hear the true sound of light, removed from the solitude of warm crowded night. Smile, remove your scarf, and smell the cold. Realize that it is not as you were always told, dangerous and dark, a place to find death. Ah, the sweet scent of a warm fire. A family and stranger alike seeking warmth. Our nostril's burned by ice, the world no longer stinking of vice. See the power of the cold? Able to unite people unlike any story told. Do we need God's device? When we can unite to combat ice? War, a dream in this wasteland of our hearts. The old is cleansed and reborn in the light filled night. The time has come to freeze the apocalypse! Look in the same window do not doubt what you see! Yes, it's true, it has entered your heart, we ARE the cold. Shining like a million morning stars, reborn a thousand fold! People inside huddled, ignorant and blind. Outside the cold we do not mind. “Become what you ARE!” Look outside and the chains fall!