Faced with mounting circumstance and pausing in passing looking across distances and trying to convey desolate surrounding of your own invention with cold point blank refusal to just dissipate searching for a glimpse of heaven thinking of the bonds you'll sever with steadfast aim you'll try to convey you will pray for absolution while your while your thinking of nothing and you take it for granted that your already placed
Grim determination of transparent texture pulling down the blinds for convenience's sake spit in the wind in a nonchalant fashion gamble the odds on suicidal stakes days drag on in indecision-clear cut with each incision casual slashes now and gradual falling from grace you'll forget about ascension when your face hits the dirt you take it for granted that there's been a mistake