Are there no fighters left here any more?. Are we the generation we've been waiting for?. Or are we patiently burning. Waiting to be saved?. . Our heroes our icons.
I can still remember. The words and what they meant. As we etched them with our fingers. In years of wet cement. . The days blurred into each other. Though everything seemed clear.
The pain. disorder. a cataclysmic dawn. we trusted. . but something has gone wrong. we bought in. but woke to find it gone. impact in 5-4-3-2..... . Brace.