DISTANT THUNDER I HEAR OUT MY FRONT DOOR AND LOOK TO SKY AND SEE THE SEA AGAIN  ITS WAVES WASH ON THE SHORES AND BLOOD STAINS THE SAND THIS TIME EVEN THE FISH ARE SICK .

 WHY DO THEY NEED WAR THEIR LOONACY IN THEIR  SECTIONED MINDS – SECTIONED FROM  OUR SOUL PAIN AS OUR BABIES CRY AS ADULTS AND MEN THEY STRIP OUR BUILT INTEGRITIS BACK TO DOMINATE AND SHOW THEIR POWER .

OUR TURF WAR REAL ESTATE MARKET GETS RUPTURED AND WE FILL IT WITH BROKEN DREAMS IF IT WAS EVER A DREAM MORE A NIGHTMARE  ONGOING .

I THINK OUR FALLEN ANGELS OF GOD AND MAN HAVE BEGUN TO CRY AND THEIR  STICKY GRAVE FLOOR WILL NOT LET THEIR SOUL FREE UNTIL WE ALL CRY IT SEEMS .

BUT WITH ALL THINGS AN END WILL BE AND A SUNRISE FOR US ALL TO SING IN BUT FOR NOW WE ARE  AGROUND WITH ROCKS FLYING OVER OUR HEADS JUST LIKE A VOLCANO WE SIT AND HOPE OUR DREAMS COME TRUE .

THE LAVA FLOWS FROM THE WOUND IN THE GROUND FIREY RIVERS OF OUR SOULS OUR COOL NO LONGER .

AND WHAT WHAT WOULD MAKE OUR GODS OF ALL ALLOW THIS TO GO ON WHEN THE PARADISE WE COULD HAVE AND HAVE TO SHARE WITH ALL AND OUR GODS YET WE ARE NOT HUNGRY .