Skin against wood, the splinters tearing deep.Hands ripped and torn, the few mourn. Wounds on the surface and within the soul, broken heart flows. Strength of the man and not the One, My God My God... alone. Piercing sounds and jarring tension, the end of creation and religion. The dimming eyes gaze over the darkening sky, as the fortress crumbles The spirit flies. Life and mind, Blood and bone, This fortress rebuilt the body reborn.

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Island flower bathed in the Son light and tropic showers. The rain pours, the temperature sores, this flower endures. Thunder and lightning, wind and wave... a place only for the brave. Like stones smoothed by the beating waters rush, this flower is just as tried... it realized it's just for a moment in time. Wind swept shorelines, beautiful sunshine dancing on the waters of the mind. The beach breeze mist falls gently in the air, the creators stare fixes on this island flower's glare. For in this hour it shines more beautifully than before

Dawning summers fiery sky, wishing to watch the stars pass by. Fade to red this tapestry's glow, these loving eyes they overflow. Cooler breeze it passes by, the warmth fades but for a time. These city streets so calm and still, silents falls but even still these restless eyes peer outside looking at the blood red sky.