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.