Desire

The world is changed. The gifted won't be just watching so long. Incessant textures changes the flow, Shapes and perceptions and their Conclusion. We'll gather together to decide what is better. We'll pull through faults and show them more than They do. In our tears of sorrow the destination that hope Will have in our souls in turn. We don't want to live and to not see Beyond. So what if a little hope anymore can Fill these lungs? It's just to know that all examples will wear Off your life until the end. It's like the people there to forget about their Existence. Here comes the complete regression of Visual. The world will become Something That you can just lay on your back and All hope that still frozen hearts apart and apart From the hate. And It's The basket bowl of fears inside the soul trying To undissipate all of it now. But only when you have come to the end, You'll hear the brigade, the glory of your Days. You Should stand and prepare While you are still alive.