Incarcerated

The silent implosion of an unwanted notion, that chisels the surface of a mind still in growth. the dormant progress of life still in motion will mold the clad fist that grabs at your throat the illusion of silver at the crease of a spoon will drip over flames in remote solitude. thrash at the door that holds you enslaved and reach for the hand, rattling keys to this cage. breath the corruption through cracks in the door as the keepers pace by to torment and ignore the boards of a surface that reek of yourself the surface of grief, with no grounds for remorse. deng boro we teki, sa no mek gie 'u sref. na presiri mo shie, in a einde 'fa dey. dragged to the edge of a pending disaster spawns the urge for survival, and regrettable actions drink of the blood, that yielded your life. and find your own refuge, in an imbrued fight line the new stones, on the path of your stride. and forge your devotion, scratching vile delight. The aversion will fade, as demands will be met martinets will cower under blankets of spit through the guising of schemes, and hidden agendas they feed off the weak, and blend with the pious come the evil we loathe, and unjustified splendor to this we will toast, thus falls the creator splendor in waves, and layers of vengeance to break down the walls, that harbor our nascence to stand for the fallen, who wear their boot prints and have taken the bullet of their malevolence. aim for the king, and the army will flee. to leave thrones abandoned, and the world in wanting.