I can promise I am who I claim
Nobody can change the past so the future remains the same
But why don't you accept me because of all I've done or what I've said
Will my abnormal state be the reason for my time with the dead?
The bodies accumulated lost souls lost to time not to be historic the sense in the ever lasting appeal is euphoric
Contorted distorted reported and claimed but still ignorance remains
What follows is only endless pain
Endless pages of torture and gore
When will we be able to mourn the misery to the limit of the eternal and let that what rest in peace sleep?
Pages keep flipping
Chapters finished
And time defined
When will peace lobe and acceptance be that what's go find in our exploration throughout the rest of the galactic time line
© Christopher j. Jarman