The Lyrical Conveyance Of The Imagery Spiraling Sun Of Chaotic Profusion In New Beginnings. Giving Vision To Ever Seek The Light. Manifesting The Rising Balance On The Illuminating Rays Of Growth. All In A Dream In A Sun Mingled River To Bless My Light And Break Through The Dark Giving Truth Of My Spirit's Presence In The Afterglow To Keep Moving On And Give And Embrace Life Moving Along Like A River Song With Its Voices Together From Each Drop Of Light Cresting Inward; Hear The Songs.
Monday, February 28, 2011
The Army a Poem by Jeremy Matthews
Each they're own blend on the body of war swarms meeting swarms playing the gambit of the country boiling rage to late to disengage. The armies stiffen the body cadaverous of complexion as side by side, killing breeding killing, a storm meeting a storm. The body convulses, nothing repulses anymore and reason is locked away. Suddenly the body is dead, individuality is no more, all that is, is an army now like a dead body in motion, they march to the end, splattering they're own blend on the body of war.
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