The kindness of man decayed. The forces of darkness played. The last thing I heard her say. "keep pushing it down. Keep pushing it down on me". . The roar on decatur grew.
Take this lightning off of me. Too wonderful for me to keep. All the stories of ancient greece. Agamemnon, great ulysses. . Everybody talkin' bout the language of the dead.
When miguel hit the ground. I threw the padlock in the trash. Finally found out. Just how much it takes. . For one whole year he spent. Making me turn red.
At the end of the last road in town. At the edge of that wall of trees. Further in, past any trail or sign. Back to the wide open arms of the Earth. .
As we all marched ahead. In the early hours it began. Letter in my pocket still unread. The fire lit, the sky went red. As we drew near the smell of death.