Of Nations I a Fearing Nation

Casting stones into rivers, broken deep in the core. The tide of something coming. Rusted in hue lost in the soul. The tv burns in its silent snow as it drifts in quite lands of vacant eyes lost! In the dreams of a former glory of others cast in light n shadows in a box electric and dynastic… A fearing nation lost without and within, single-minded think, not! Singular in abstract thoughts of truth or reality lost and snow blind… Eyes staring vacantly covered in night a fearing nation of ill will and dark dreams!