i trace bodies upon the ground and lie afloat within empty nail casings. wedged between wooden splinters, rusted and bound to sunken ships and hidden treasures that grave the brave men with stained fingers and soaked cloth. gun smoked the air with fire and shards of glass to the stars of night skies painting candy coated walls with hanging parcels. cling to them! the dead finger nails of demon entities and angels with dark histories, for the understanding of truth.
seeing into clear globes are visions of slow breathers and tank spitters. realize that souls never rise above the horizon but remain trapped and chained to memories of on-goers and clouded sun of black crows. it is only forgiveness that can free brothers to ocean sized fields of purple and grey. a field of peace and happiness. there is nothing more joyous then the sight of gods feet upon the greenest of light and shade. beyond the gates, there's always the armed and the innocent. a smile that stretches across yellow plains of buttons and numbers, though, at the moment a child is born. the moment when lovers lips first meet through expression of eternal bliss, and love. there, the moment between all, amongst all, when chaos evades and prevail once more in the history of war.
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