The 2nd Sighting of madness within the frey of insanity.
If we were here in this field dreaming some kind of dream. Can you tell the difference between here and the dilusions of your mind. If time is so evident what will you say when your late. Will you be left behind to rest here within the gnashing of claws. How long will we sleep till the end is about to come. It says that the kingdom that we shall know shall be ours. Is this our kingdom now or has satan taken our kingdom from us. Our we trapped here in this tomb of the walking dead not able to figure out what is real. Can this kingdom be saved or is man to incompented to understand what paradise is. Such beauty in the world yet man perfers to taint it with blood. How long will it be till this world is no longer beautiful. How long will it be for the world to be coursed with the blood of innocence. How much pain will we give to our eternal father. Earth so bound by the rules of lust and lost how will we ever measure up to the words he spoke to us. His love so full and giving yet here we are not able to accept it with your small minds. To follow means pursuit. I measure distance in lines proably for the rest of my life. Pain is only a pulse if you just stop feeling it. For as God demands that the end we miss. Slowly the pen touches paper in the guidance of the words that you write. Why did I bother telling you this, with the words that cross teeth and jump lips a poor choice of words in wanting to tell you anything but words don't come with ease they're forever my hurt. Would it really matter if you were to count the days left with your hands your focus secure and the loves you left well smiles staged in photographs here until. Kill or be killed spilled the words from your mother. I'll lay awake for a while. You couldn't last a lifetime caught between here and the days of it carving her name across your arm with every wish it's hit or miss her. I told you so. I measure distance in lines departing the rest of my life. If you get put to sleep, like an old dog you're better off if you get put to sleep. I've been cautious with the words I extend, allow this year before the world starts to end, your father's dead he passed in his sleep and I woke to the sounds of her crying you're father's dead. Pray for us all! For us all? For us all! for us all!? For us all! Pray for us all.