All Will be Lost...

Creative poverty,

      Another unread line ends under the constant under malignantly lying threat of silence, Where the emotion night benign hope for self's beautiful insecure esteem terrors reign, Beyond the amoral conviction seem to be firing blanks at ghost ethereal dyed impenetrable enemy trenches of grey, Where the past of obsidian death planet of hell black versus indescribable return from tunnel white are shades of hour broken stained faith glass display.

In earnest anticipation of,
The End of Social Coma Silence to Nature Embed Convictions