Roach

Circulating, formulating along the consisting. Stabalizing the uncomforting suffering. An off balance, due to the malice. Cremation can't be the art, An even nation has no heart. But there is a start.Astronomically decieving our departure, Just as the arrow leaves the ancient archer. I know theres no such things as the revelations, Only the lightness of pure levitation. Drifting constantly, its instantly. Space between the creation and the final destination, Belives in higher power, when it all is the final hour.The unseeming seems like the close gleaming, Deceiving the bleeding, moral feeding. I know the world is most boast. Swarming the sword to every coast. Maybe we no longer have to feel the ghost. Seemingly desperate, honorable inheret. Starving for truth, loudy screaming the youth. A punch for a tooth, a secret sliding sleuth.GUITARIST FOR HADITHA