Long After Wartime

Age old desire is burning in time with the healer inside me. A devious dream growing wild at the mouth of inception, the gentrified masses' maniacal brood. Aptitude breaking down walls like a therapy Dinner-Time-Sunday, famishing families who fast from their feasting at once with no question. But free us from fortunes and carry us unified up through the genocide long after wartime to breathe into bodies who will not go quietly, only triumphantly sworn by their wounds a reward to sing truthfully, Free us as surely the order of cosmic perfection is whispering blatantly proud and forthright in it's subtlety humbly imploring the simple solution but nil is our nature to close with a smile. Free of all reason we forge on in tragedy, shaking the graves of who only too late came to know of the story preceding our fate.......