wind tunnel

Intollerable anger crowds village squares
amongst brides and horses salivating infested tears
hasseled old men burdend together as banded slaves
on course as one night would whisper along the thick grass

cotton grieves a sewn last sigh
a seemstress smiles with a cry
she was told only to give it a try
instants in mind, when the time was high

pillaged fortitude saved nobody's string
a workmans finished results
smell vanquishing breaths, see a dream fade
shackeled to this journey without sight
pressing onward morning to death
depressed with ever step
a dim cloud covered the meaning of anything you do
to better existing mortal streangth
vanishing pubescent smiles of what could...be...
destination concentration
hesitation denotation
best canopy in rain, washing aside fillings of grace
questioning a shining spread along fences so mossy rich
but burnt away...burnt away

stand up now
rise up against
this is a life
not a cycle

to spin inside
and feal so pure
money and power
seems like the only cure
to stop this disease
that plagues us all
but this will only cause
the greates fall
of people who know
and who see the moss
just take this idea
give it a toss
fear can stop
for just our kind
of fatal memories
that were left behind
rise up and see
what can be done
and how things are
when they aren't run
to stop and take
your time of rest
just a monent
hidden in your chest

burst into an aura that carries you close to the dawn
see yourself destruct into your own form
this can be called an end, beginning or regeneration
but this all starts at the station

look and think
what is this for
why is it here
why should I
why... stop...