
I try to speak...
To the veins of conjunctive nerves of conscience..
I tried to reminisce the moments...
when their throats burst to the streets...
Their hands baffled while shaking...
That plague brought legged creatures together..
They came with no weapon just voices
They came in no remorse of return
they came to conquer...
That was before the pocketful of lies drove them to silence..
Their voices hinged back to where they conjure..
It's been years since that big gathering...
Of peace loving minds and hearts pondering...
And now that the base had lift its soul above His kingdom
Will the sense be the same as before?
Or will it be another memory...
Made to be forgotten.. to be silenced...
-lencio