kneeling in blood soaked earth

fathers, sons, brothers, children

sent to die for a noble cause.

fighting in a foreign land.

you are all considered a band.

bullets passing through human tissue.

in war this is the minor issue.

bombs detonating in midair.

watch your fellow man die in your arms.

those you knew for but a short time, like family.

the enemy dieing, men from afar.

nothing to hear but the screams of men.

some calling for their wives, their mothers.

your hearing, sight, life, taken for this cause.

yet you stand, fight, a valiant group.

a band of brothers.

some come home in wheelchairs.

others still able to walk.

but some come home in coffins.

white crosses cover the fields.

all gave their life for what they were told was right.

this band of brothers, together in war, together in death.

        here you go all, hmm, me thinks there may be some talent left on this earth.

as for my daily life nothing new, 26th, a great day for me my system in my car is being hooked up so be prepared.

Angels feathers spread over the ground.

a war fought defending a crown.

is this how the faithful die, fade away.

shattered swords lay rusted in ruin.

wings of graveyard rot leather strewn about.

the mighty have fallen for a pointless war.

a skeletol tree bares no flower in this barren land.

the world has ended.

deaths job is nearly done.

there is no victor, there is no defeated.

everyone has lost.

those left bury the dead, then die themselves.

crosses cover the blood soaked land.

the end of gods.

the end of man.

         another one out of no where, just in one of those moods where one is compelled to write.

I've fallen from grace.

This is clearly not my life.

I stand before the cross.

Never before being so lost.

Drop to thy knees.

Clasp thine hands in prayer.

Questioning every aspect of life.

No answer in sight.

Struggling soul place on this earth.

Wishing for its rebirth.

Flip through the pages.

Life is a one page story.

All the others dreams.

Screaming lungs wanting air.

Breath in these toxic fumes of the present.

No hope for a blissful future.

        Hmmm, rather provoking in my own mind, made this up out of thin air, wow my brain does still function.

holy shit...only thirty more days and i will be a xanga member for a year.

well halloween is getting closer.....halloween my favorite time of year, when a person can let out that inner demon and be someone or something else without question.

speaking of which i may be trying to organize a halloween party, but there are so many things i have to figure out yet, location, location, location? thats the main problem here. i mean i have wanted to have a party on halloween for some time now but i never got to perhaps this year will be the year who knows?