Cumulonimbus

My words from a face, unforgiving.

I'll last longer if you freeze me before I bleed out.
Might have to recount some wrong done right before I can form an audible thought
Where you'll salvage softer glass, hundreds of years from now when
I look cooler than trip hop and dub step.
They made some money, No Doubt.
When man lost it's mind was a gradual self persecution.
It tames through time,
That you become slower and more accepting
Like impossible is realistic.
There is no punctuation that can make that make sense.
Where gods die is when you stand up
With more than anyone else, to lose.
This is how you die right
Where the soul cries, freedom.
In our language, 'echo' means, 'thunder.'