In this instance, there is no sentence,
But the lines you read, are in piece my penance,
See my suffering, the wrath of gods,
My soul is broken, beaten, dislodged,
To see an angel, the souls of old,
Not the divine, the souls once sold,
Reach out to me, set me free,
Lurk in the realms, of misery,
Fuel the fire, face my rage,
Release me from, this forlorn age,
This isolated, war-torn cage,
Take me out, and torture me discretely,
Property of hell, kill me secretly,
A release from pain, from lies, you see?
From the make-pretend, and false reality,
Such a release is impossible, impenetrable walls that to not topple,
Understand reality, is only as we see it,
So there's no release, unless you first do see it,
A different reality, that you create,
With or without, the made-up gods,
The hells, the sins, the angels lost,
Should you try? Succeed or fail,
Wield the shield or wield the flail?
Build a fortress, and high wall, or seize the lands and bring their fall?
Defend or attack? Draw the sword.
The choice is yours, in endless discord.
O_o
I just made that up. What it's about, I do not know. If I figure it out, I'll let you know. But for now I'm out, I've got to go. Goodbye my friends, I'll see thee tomorrow! Hee-hee-hee.. hee-hee... hee-hee.
