what a life ?

And within this hatred we lay, brother for brother, earth made, fertile with nascent destruction and just a pregnant sense~ O god what’d I do? And the ebbing of a crimson tide is colored in words of divine irony. Around it all, the time for reckoning doesn’t draw us near; the animal within us finds answers in the fallen fragments of the self. What have I inherited? For the ghosts of our parallel legacy aren’t shadow words of fragile selfless mortals, it flows with bones in your flesh, the islands of forgotten memories aren’t isolations for emotional disease- the right of action comes from not the greatest among me, but the honesty among us. The forgotten shards of now, are painful, they cut war lines, new warranted death lines, which you insure with your life. And what a life that is to be …….