A Fight Down To Last Man Standing. Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

A Fight Down To Last Man Standing.



A disconnect from the emerging realities.
In a wake, the expectation should not just disappear.
Fighting for what we hold dear.
Tears are always shed behind closed doors.
How does it really affect 'us'?

Hands so cold, blood so warm.
Hands so cold, blood so warm.

There are these feelings that your all are on your own.
Not so distant.
Not so distant.

A disconnect from the emerging realities.
A standard to adhere and live by.
Morality.
The laws for the ruthless unobstructed princes to conquer all the lands.
Obedience must disband.
For awhile the anarchy fire will be reigned and sustained.
Caught in a ash storm.

There are these feelings that your all are on your own.
Not so distant.
Not so distant.

A disconnect from the emerging realities.
In a wake, the expectation should not just disappear.
Fighting for what we hold dear.
Tears are always shed behind closed doors.
How does it really affect 'us'?

Hands so cold, blood so warm.
Hands so cold, blood so warm.

Bathing in a world soon to be destroyed.
No stopping it.
No reason to even to try.
Doesn't even matter if you understand the why.
The precious gift of our cosmic lives.
Such a roll of the dice.
Not so sublime, not even so much a surprise.
From birth we already knew.
But told our self all these lies.
To make it easier in the embracing of closure.
The last curtain calls.
Time to take the roll, to take the death toll, tell me who is still here?
Who is still standing?
Who is still embracing the fantasy of this never ending?

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