Existential, astral pleading Cast asunder, crying, bleeding Aching, praying, here decaying Dark, descending, cable laying Transatlantic, start to panic Scripture's truth, with heart Satanic Diseased, disturbed, fatigue completed Replete, redacted, and depleted Resource lost, hidden cost Paint with doves, but hurt like war Wounds recited, secret, idle Lined with hands still clutching idols Engine stalling, hell is calling Collecting souls caught up in falling Frozen coast, unt

Violins And out from under Instruments Of droning thunder While I wonder Piling blunders Windows vacant Hungry hollows Vanished or vanquished Banished and sanguine Outward I'm wasting Inward still waiting I came out into the miasma of that great city Seeing the remnants blocking roadways A million mouths left wanting Cut off and left for dead The ruddy sky alive with ash A smoke that lingers here forever Walking circles down lonely paths Wishing I could find you here Overturn

Why do we continue fighting? Life seems to want to find a way, to preserve itself, to keep us going even when we feel like giving up. Is...