Visions held, left behind from the broken scenes of a fragmented past.
A world born of a lost faith and ever growing turmoil.
The icy cold chill of pain and a fiery hatred are all consuming.
Creeping up, weaving through out every pore and sinew,
like the wild beast stalking its prey from afar.
A truly abstract objective of man.
To live and to learn, growing stronger with every twist and turn.
To evolve and to create, only to progress in an eminent mass destruction.
A transient soul, lost to the will of a false tyranny.
The plight of man is to set a test of accomplishment.
To test the limitational boundaries of man,
he must test only the true power held with in.
A man shall only meet the height of his true potential once he has met his worst.
All to be lost to the gloomy formidability of fate.
"Thoughts and Dreams"
Pg 6
Copyright 2015
D.J Messer
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