the rOy

… I often wonder if it could ever be...uniform n whimsical..my heart is spiritual..lifted above .. sacrificed to the gods..my blood drips .. my heart throbs....spilled over stone...I travel through imperial alone..hoovering above echos of love...as the children cry in vain..a divorcing pain..since then...I've never felt the same..it took apart of me...germs gun and steel..an encampment on the hill..ready to die.. in all due time...a land before time..an enforcing religion..of control and divi...

… I often wonder if it could ever be...uniform n whimsical..my heart is spiritual..lifted above .. sacrificed to the gods..my blood drips .. my heart throbs....spilled over stone...I travel through imperial alone..hoovering above echos of love...as the children cry in vain..a divorcing pain..since then...I've never felt the same..it took apart of me...germs gun and steel..an encampment on the hill..ready to die.. in all due time...a land before time..an enforcing religion..of control and division...a spiritual eclipse cross hatched and fixed by two small nails and promises of hell..as my world is pulled apart..my physical lies...my soul radiates through space and time..a rabid pack of wolves..the end eludes..a moon scene.. my soul screams...I am king...embedded in the stars..an adverse tale of who we are..a river of blood..fearless warrior...a greed greater than the next mans..a culture of death I could never understand..impartial to pain..eventually washed away by the rain.. seeds of fertility..in a maze of instability...