To be a knight or the night.

Unleash what has been unseen, or strive
to be on a leash operated like machines. Life may
seem like a dream but it isn't always such as good as it would gleam. In strife is created disarray a theme we see recht to secum our hearts to a serum of dark. Divines who thee hand us lest stream bark rum for sour minds go pious.

Oftenly vines of our best potential stems from chaos, it's these tests that drums from high tops. Sounding almost like the remm humm of a
snakes hiss. Just as the devil gives this desolate land a kiss, we find within despair unlevel abyss.
Tearing, churning, scowls, and roars. All while our minds become searing, turning, howls, and broken floors. Left only a world cast in shadows of aspire and pain. A place so dark their is little care and all too many stains.

 Either face your heart or piddle in pointless repairs. But when one of us is gone without a trace, its probably smart to assume cause there ain't enough space. So before we are gone, let us stand tough as a united race under the new dawn. Like a herd we fall back in with others who were bygones before to be kin like knights, not repressed or oppressing, for in some way we were all the same spawn. In our hall we care for your blights, if your regressing or not operating how you feel right. We are not here to fight evil but stop it from hurting us throughout the
night.

 So lets call fourth comrades once more to
meet to stand against injustice the devilish eyesore. As reaching the top to find hells door we stop reminiscing of what's been taken and nothing more. Before realizing it's cusp we began to soar and this is where our journey stormed like a raging down pour. By some our cause was hated while many others fell indifferent, and just enough to hold the lines adored. For free is dumb yet freedom is something all should afford.

 It is important we dont forget the meaning of free, for the fall of the good things we may say is the reality it wont make a better day. Tis why importance lays and lies in our actions. What is true holds real volume and until truth in our choices speaks louder our cold blue will resume. A very impeding doom if we can not zoom to better ways.

So before we try to pin our sickness on somone for another day. Think about all the lives that could be saved by loving, caring, and reforming hates haze. It could be bearable a reality where you couldn't escape evils gaze and it's hard to imagine we could figure out it's maze. For doing bad is already plenty the sharp craze. But to undo the goods heart and make it dark was more than leaving it unfazed.

 The damnnation we reap should've been enough yet came too far when salvation was too be a slave. Either play the party part in they're raves or if your an old fart youll be stuck somewhere in a cave. Either way you pay the big dogs or you get bit. Know to sit don't throw no fits, you get up when told and don't say quit. Hey while your at it go over there and pick up my shit.

Faith that the context has been made, so I'll end the wraith here, it's contest time so let's get paid. Its up to us to swathe our broken land and end our bathe in sin on our command. This way our crimes are no more before the graves of all be laid from our reprimand. Their is no reason for us to
behave like we don't got the time for in this
instance we mys well all be slime.