(we) are prisonersi'm all torn at the seams;More Like This
straying, peppermint strings breaking
with every shaky tug-
this here is a reckoning; a
proclamation to our claim of doors
beyond these sanctioned walls,
beyond these drooping carcasses of shining, gilded "faith."
the Moon cries for redemption past the
wicked nails of guilt;
she screams full gusts of wind
through an echoed, human conscience.
there is no unification-
there is only death in threes:
a curs`ed fate upon our minds
with bodies succumbed to follow.
salvation escaped through
multi-universe portals containing
we are the damned
through which death commands,
the fallen foe destined to be eternally destroyed.