The Heroes Won't Come

When destruction slips under our feet,
Fear not for the tears.
The hand that holds us under her blossom,
Shell fail to warm us to her breath.

The smell of the fist,
Warm blood from the flesh,
To free us,guard us to the destiny,
The pre-reincarnation of another pain.

Holier then thou,
Darker then the black,
The taste of hunger,
The thirst of dryness.

As you submit yourself to the holy,
Another storm blinding our sight,
Curse are those from our creations,
The blessing of our selfish glory,

Fear for the fearless,
The winners,the sinner,
An unborn disease on the loose,
Another filler to the killers.


With no grasses to hold on to,
When this world itself comes to an end,
The blossom nor the leaders,
Would be left to experience the death.


Pollution,pollutant,population,
A river with its ugly curves,
Living in this real world,
The Heroes Won't Come.

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