Sing it, celebrate it, praise it, clap to it.
Pass it on to one another. Hold it and look in side.
All the unwritten things it holds. Wonderful things. Light, hope, dreams, faith, and everything.
Look at this before you. The blood. Crimson and black as ever. The war of blood you have caused. Beheld your own creation as it spills across your own hands. The souls of those who had no chance of life. The people who had no chance of life or a future. Look across the blacken earth. We no longer can hear the voice of guidance through the world. I have no choice but to disagree. Disagree everything with war. The lives that have been lost. The country that was a capital of magic is now destroyed. Lives have been lost! The records of our people. The hopes, dreams, and love has now been lost.
Stop, I beg of you.
Stop, I beg of you,
For the morning due.
Temptation is everywhere now.
I can no longer feel comfortable around the kitchen fearing the chocolates all around.
I fear the temptation of picking one up and eating it. All the good delectable things inside it oh how much I crave for it.
Trying to wait till time passes I am trying to ovoid it with all my heart. Trying to think of something else.
Sitting in the corner looking towards the coming day, I watch and angle of my time smile and laugh.
Sitting in the corner is an angle that taught me everything.
He taught me to care.
He taught me to be who I am.
A horn sounds in the distant sands.
The wind is intense blowing into my face.
I turn to my guards and say,
“ Go back to the city, the desert will not harm me for I am just a visitor that seeks peace.”