ITS THE FEELING IN OUR HEARTS, THE PASSION WITHIN OUR SOULS THAT MAKES US ABOVE ALL GOOD OR EVIL. AND THE FATE OF THE WORLD THAT DIVIDES THEM.

Founded in the flood. Watering, savaging for the cost of land but there is no air that is thin enough to break our lungs. Hopelessly, struggling to contain this apathy. But I will find in Him, I will find HIM. What a holding this future contains, when the past is free to linger behind me. How defeated this feels when the water is the last thing I see before I drown. I try to be a better man, but its hard when destruction builds walls all around you. Your guard is down, the devil is here. You may not believe in him, but deceiving is how he came. Beautiful he remains. His face and image in wolves coats. Just think of how alone you feel.

What Insomnia Wrote...

There's one thing that stops my breath before the fall. The taste of concrete as I grind my teeth through the wind. What will break this death, as shards of glass cut our hands. We'll make holes in this temple. Allow the King to make way. Gates are open, the bridge is down. The witch is hung from the tower, the slaves are cut free. BEHOLD GLORY, in this unbelievable nightmare of a dream. God bless the east and the west. And all Ghosts that have not yet rest.