Hateful echoes creep out from seemingly nothingness. Spoken words stab like rusty daggers. A once strong warrior beaten and fallen, unable to control his path any longer. A faint light pierces through the willowing shadows and hanging reminders, an empowering voice summoning the warrior once again, telling him to once more rise to the challenge.
A bell rung for the fallen, two rings for the soon to be callen, 3 rings for the dearly forgotten, 4 rings for those not yet in their coffins. Death clouds removing hope from their lives, sittin' back watching everything die. For what justice? Freedom? Rights? But despite all the fake meanings and lies, theres still those who go out and try to liberate the people who have been oppressed for so long, their hopes dashed but still trying to get along. And yet though i still show hate, for those fighting to get what they can take, i still raise my hat for those who sacrifice their lives, just to help those in need just to get by.


Idk....random...stuffs... that i had to write down.