Protect me from the thrills
Brittle like glass
Protect me from the flares
of a guilty crash.
The utility of scars melt into dust
The diamond edged reality
Slips through the cuts
Collect not on a scorching surface.
No threshold in a sunken purpose
Drone on and on, endless division
Infinite split second decision
Passing through, hurried youth
Hand in hand was the plan
Solid air, conscience bare.
No Remorse. Rush and force.
Decorate the sky where mountains clash.
Soaring just beyond the worlds of forgotten past.
The collection of the scars history cut
On a mission, need to touch the depths of trust
Collision point, Heaven’s voice
Hell to pay, free of choice.
Thunder cloud, overground
Vice like lightning
Waves of loud
from Ritual Springs
released April 13, 2015
J.Miller J.Kurzawa, S.Foertmeyer
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