Black Boots and Banana's....

Left said article of mass hysteria set beneath the ones of old....39,524 fingers stretched far to the north to grasp the crowns of men.....Mountain of power casting shadows on the masses, cold gray redness with molten fears and tears for years and years, the people are with wanting and rage to end this age of disharmonious existence....
We meander and mill about.... thoughts outside their brains take form, bare foot and running.....it pains the old to witness the wasting of youth, mudslide in the rain, wet red clay infusing with the earth, multicolored shades of brown making the shape of the land at it's end.......every age has it's dawning...and the curtain call is neigh....53,477 mindsets strong, the souls of the forgiven fall upon the mountain of gray-like shifted frowns to retake the crowns of men, to align with the light, agreements turn into power and might under the cross, the covering of sin.....
Right set smile in wavering blue shifted rays of truth, we become the energy needed to set in motion the tide and it's wake.....no more sleep needed in these times of strobe lit blue nights of action.....come one come all......