ever graceful is the clearing
seeking what has been sought
changes in the way, the movements of thought
shell out what was
leave but a husk
ravage on in need of trust
train for them
train for the killing
let them know not what we are stealing
thieves grow weary of running too
shouting at angels across the pond
lessen the anger
the torment is gone
this is forgotten now
a way of the past
letting go of something unable to be grasped
this is a cover up
no ideas have been guarded
they have been let loose

hhhhhmmmmmmm

yeah i really had no intention of having any direction to this piece. i just let things flow. take it as you wish.

alot of angst , combativness and rebellion. then letting go. I like it. it and it's rawness.

It sounds like an incredibly sad truth unrealized by the masses to me. I dig it whole-heartedly!