(no name)

The past reverberates through our ears,

As we release our collective storm raging visions sears the sky.

Freeing the closed

Breaking the shackles

Releasing the broken

Pen to paper, brush it ink, they will rise from the streets, corners….. alleys underground, rising, rising screaming the rebellion not though violence but through, their passion , illusions and thought.

Resistance turning an obsessive panic

Turn to dust

Turn to Dust

Dust!!  

You’re every needs….

Thoughts and will….

To be taken cared for in the

 Governing collective

Fearing

 Desperate to pacify the rising raging storm of irregularity and creativity

Come don’t listen don’t listen that voice, revolutions in sound lies!

There will be No fear, no pain no need wonder why, when or where.

….. No

….No

Realize…

 this thought, look inside cut the parasite feel the light

~luke?