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.
We've been alright up until now. But the air that we breathe is about to run out. We've rehearsed our lines clear and loud. But the cue never came and the lights.
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.