Running and Living Followed By Being
My eyes are opened
taking soft steps towards the celebration of the night
the festival of angel light...carousel of visions spin the people into blissful joy
the dour ones who follow me want to know more of my ways
they see me never smiling...they want to drown in my angst
My eyes are opened
taking pounding steps transforming to runs...far from the celebration of the light
the masked men and Jezebels pursue me...seeing my death as accolade toward their "holy"
sword man
I've decided to hide in the forests until morning, here i will be one with what man has
not touched, these will be my friends until I escape to a different jungle
There the concrete is king, and i will fight not to fall slave to this monarchy
Teenage Angst in former time matured into Revolution
My time does not exist
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