3 November 2012
bleeding down.
The narcissistic's start to pound.
A skeptics idiom will bring them down.
From there golden, high arched clouds.
When the blogs, the feeds, the news.
Have blurred away from all that's true.
When man's own brother, sister, friend.
Is torn down to till their sick content.
The stitching that binds us is comming loose,
Forming the shadows of a blackned noose.
Society has torn us down.
So we will follow thier fake archetypes.
But we will form and together fight.
And though your soul is wearing down, don't give up, we will astound.
When The World • Opuss № I