Unpredictability awaits the destined journey.
Good day, good bye..
Bells ringing and whistling.
Concerts of movement and sound.
The masked enemy faces true discovery;
founders of all lost.
Contagious melodies unchain his heartfelt shakedown.
Illusions of a troubled mindset,
ensemble man's weakness.
Entrapment is the closure of open lines.
Exploration of death encourages victory as this voice whispers,
"Walk beneath the shadow of my wings, I shall carry you home."
Unfamiliar statues are among them,
building its surviving energy for burial.
Adaptation of gratitude barely stands for fighters.
Bleeding colors paint the all seeing skies.
Left with stripes and stars,
for love and war.