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17 years ago
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The dawn is coming.
The Life is dormant, still, unmoving from the wrap embrece of slumber. Sleep like comas start to lift with the bleaching of the night sky
The dawn is coming
Noise starts to float and eek in on the uneasy brease of the night, intruding on something that wants to be left alone.
The dawn is coming.
The light of the dawn is coming to push away the comfort of dark. The light shows the monsters have gone away to their homes and mother was always right. It stretches like questing fingers out accross the landscape, swelling and sewping out accross the land like an unforgving force of conquest.
The dawn zypher is coming.
The dawning light bleeds out across the field as the world turns to reveal a clean side to the sun. Warming caress gives rise to the zypher; rolling waves of drowning warmth Baptiste the day reading for the oppressive heat to follow.
The dawn zypher is coming.
Its edge cuts into the night deeper than a child's curse, deeper than a lovers rejection. The quite writhing of the night sounds a warning to all. It rolls back recoiling from the searing touch of the bright looking for relief in the shadowy embrace of the earth.
The bright is coming
The light comes forth to shad away the night like a dead layer of skin to start life anew. it pushes forth a warming breeze to cremate the faux monsters that we are all taught to fear to let the real monsters take over, to walk the rays of light; not on the bad of an apocalyptic archetype but ride in the wires and air waves that we invite willingly into our dens.
The bright is coming
The Dawn Zypher is coming
The dawn is coming.
the day is here.
The Life is dormant, still, unmoving from the wrap embrece of slumber. Sleep like comas start to lift with the bleaching of the night sky
The dawn is coming
Noise starts to float and eek in on the uneasy brease of the night, intruding on something that wants to be left alone.
The dawn is coming.
The light of the dawn is coming to push away the comfort of dark. The light shows the monsters have gone away to their homes and mother was always right. It stretches like questing fingers out accross the landscape, swelling and sewping out accross the land like an unforgving force of conquest.
The dawn zypher is coming.
The dawning light bleeds out across the field as the world turns to reveal a clean side to the sun. Warming caress gives rise to the zypher; rolling waves of drowning warmth Baptiste the day reading for the oppressive heat to follow.
The dawn zypher is coming.
Its edge cuts into the night deeper than a child's curse, deeper than a lovers rejection. The quite writhing of the night sounds a warning to all. It rolls back recoiling from the searing touch of the bright looking for relief in the shadowy embrace of the earth.
The bright is coming
The light comes forth to shad away the night like a dead layer of skin to start life anew. it pushes forth a warming breeze to cremate the faux monsters that we are all taught to fear to let the real monsters take over, to walk the rays of light; not on the bad of an apocalyptic archetype but ride in the wires and air waves that we invite willingly into our dens.
The bright is coming
The Dawn Zypher is coming
The dawn is coming.
the day is here.
