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story twenty six

An endless downpour from above

All caught up in the rain, waiting

The cold seeps through

Like the stream of people, it goes on and on

And Everyone is walking away from it

On and on it goes,the dance of the damned

In the center lies the eye of the storm

Neither seeing or believing

And forgetting is all that is left

Wake up unafraid in the land of the free

Only to realize it is but a dream

And you do not have what it takes to come true

A better place is where you can be erased

Temper the steel of existence

Before you become the past tense

Is this what you want?

You are temporary

Life's bastard son

Breathe, take it all in

Listen, can you hear it?

The distortion and the smell of decay

Slowly you fade away

And you are buried alive

What lies beyond the colors of life?

Morality, a hypocrite of history

And artists, the plague of the world, the children of history

Now, more than ever does the world need a canvass

To paint and write anew

To sing and dance into oblivion

Prolonged agony, trying to claw your way out

In a circus where the dead sleep no longer

A nightmare and a revelation to those left behind

The heretics sing hymns and verses of the great play

Rules that bind and a society that shackles

Until the bird forgets the dawning sky

Are we all purified?

The sanctuary of killers and anarchists

The signal fire no longer burns

The godless world lives on and you are but a man