The Ties That Bind: Exodus All that stand in my way will be crushed for demolition be thy name today and without mercy I shall step forth with words that cut deeper then the most tempered blade and venom that could upstage the most poisonous of beasts, havoc will be wreaked upon these lands in this desperate hour and no one can avoid my piercing gaze for it will focus and sniff out the most evasive of people, behind those closed doors a uncertain feeling of safety is at the forefront of the most delusional mind but remember doors have two functions, one being to close but the other to be opened with or without force but beware this ill intent will not be restrained under any circumstance that time has ceased and retribution rules every thought process that strides through this shattered conscience. Do not cower with your weapons in hand for they will be disarmed and as a shrewd backup your tongue of silver shall be cut loose and left to writhe in agony on the floor without sustainable sources it cannot survive any longer much like the degradation spilling master it was separated from, such a pitiful display proceeds notable only with the shocking amounts of sheer desperation that begins to seep around the air contaminating the whole room before not too long, this is the path chosen without the availability of a do-over there is no turning back but a respite is not far away now take solace in these last moments for the tyranny that has infested every part of these twisted demeanours shall no longer pain this world, sleep now. Enjoy your last aspirating meal, there shall be no flashes of steel, with no pain left to feel, over your reign and the hatred that is in repeal, away your breath I shall steal, for these wounds will never heal, what comes next is what's real, rotting flesh allowed to peel. Out your eyes surely pecked, broken and beaten completely wrecked the #life that could of been, that the dawn will never have seen. Is this a waste to hunt down the many who placed these burdens down upon these encumbered shoulders,it seems now like a universal joke left to grow cold through decades of isolation and true abandonment controls every emotion felt like every breath that keeps this depraved dream in motion, should this remain to wash away or given new meaning for not just the few to desecrate but for anyone betrayed to pick up and carry round till the wrong is corrected and the balance is restored. Can this be truly entrusted upon one soul to change so much and effect so much of the surrounding environment, is this what I meant by a gods work or is this simply the work of conspirators whom wish to spread dissent through the ranks to increase their spiteful grip to every order that remains faithful, maybe its time to lay down these tools that have damaged so many and caused so much hurt, the realisation is completely suffocating these ideals that are perceived as true are really just the strings that when pulled make powers align and men fall before might unparalleled, would it really be so wrong to try again somewhere else without such temptations that bound and drag down eventually drowning the aspirations and good intentions which should be nurtured for a new society instead of paving the way for a broken one to continue. Looking back and absorbing the message left it didn't take long to realise these people that have wronged and caused pain to the strangers perfect should have been stopped sooner by someone who was more suited to spread a theme of maturing tolerance but now through poisoned actions instead of being a sign of peace these animals can turn the situation and allow for increased suffering to reach every aspect of civility and kill off all hope of a hero when they need to one to drag them from the dark and into a new era of prosperity. Without a wish all can deceive, the result of such a selfish reprieve, those who fall in line the victims of oppression remain naive, up the troubled mountains the lost memories that are together heaved, the weak are alone when the merciless leaved, only false looks and terrible fates are received, all justice and salvation thieved, the damaged ideals ready to be conceived and what festers throughout to become part of the society combines to create something evil the most honourable know that reality will never be retrieved. Looking upon these scraps of the past it dawns upon the creative mind for this wasn't a message to the monster who wished to control this earth but it is intended for me all along but nothing now can stop the onslaught for hope is lost, no one is coming now for upon this land on this very day enough blood has been spilt for the wrong reasons.........Message received.