Unflow
And these thoughts flutter endlessly; Raining on this terrain, Engaged and provoked they could burst into flames. Epiphanies on us are revealed, yet, Basking in knowledge, that our past generation has left. Lower we go, underneath the parade; Over the base i could see, Veering to and fro, not afraid; Every angel descends to commemorate; Sudden death of love, just made the heavens quake. Riled up horses line the fence, I look at them and realise I'm on the mend. Definitely, the answers we need are in number quite immense, As far as we can, our truth we will defend.