Mad American Empire: Wilderness Ii

Out into the wilderness haunted by ghost town’s ancient bloodstains and lost history scars. We wander the dark borderlands between awakening dreams and incandescent seams. The strip malls and vacant parking lots the dark roads aline by engine fire towers Blazing. Burin Bright into the American night like lanterns adrift in some ancient wilderness. Stone towers reach into the dark of a metropolitan empire and fires in eyes of Valhalla climb… Like the soft death it comes to all in the night of harsh sleep, into the wilderness of the haunted. Ghost towns native lands run with volums of deep black blood primeval it seeps as wars lie between. The wounds of now n then, the history that cuts between, we dream of neon, Walmarts ancient parking lots. Canyons in dark metropolises burns deep stars drift like lanterns unmoored in the wilderness of some mad American Empire…