1164065's blog: "blahhhh"

Through the sorrow filled eyes of the youth of world the fear of all that to come and the final question is… what will it be like? What will the pain be like? What will the world be like? When everything has finally taken its coarse and the world as we all know it will be no more but a simple memory once played inside of our minds of blindness. When the air within our world will be nothing but the foul smell of burnt flesh and the water that we drink will have the illusion of wine from the bodies dying the waters with their crimson tears. When the taste of food will no longer be there instead the taste of hunger and disease will take its place. When hell will no longer be the debate of whether or not it exists for it will be before our very eyes. When hells fires burn so powerful and high that placing their tired feet in the soils of our fathers lands will be burning from that as of below. The air being no longer filled with the lovely sounds of spring and fall but that of the sounds of vain and agony coming from those that we hold closer to hearts and our neighbors as well. To where the very move of our hands and fingers will cause that of small cracked canyons filled with small red rivers. And yet who do we have to blame for this sorrow that we uphold but that of ourselves, for we are the ones that let the poisonous vapors of society seep into our very flesh to that of when we sweat the venom leaks out burning the very flesh of our bodies, and that to where skin was once will be nothing but the seared blood that looks as though caramelized, and blisters and sores on our bodies causing us all to look like unbearable monsters and we will all be equal. That is the way it shall be and our eyes swollen with that of blue and purple shall no longer bear the pain of seeing ourselves and others suffer so that be burst filling the empty sockets with the scarlet fluid of life. And that our minds will be corrupted to the point of non-recognition that our hearts shall be emptied as well. But this is the life that each has brought on have you seen it? Do you feel that you have felt your pain enough? Are you finished hearing the screeching cries of your children paying for their sins as well as yours? This is what it shall be, have you had enough? The eyes of your children are in shattering sights the words of our fathers are as nails on a chalkboard. And this is the life that we send for the ones that shall come after us and follow in our forgotten footsteps. Our children will be the new raw material that our fathers can use to mold into the ever-binding figures of society. To take back into the footsteps of the ever tired feet of the American people and it shall be as before in the next steps into the passage of hell we shall go and conceive the truth of our kind.