The world shapes with magma and plate tectonics.
So do we, the human species.
Its a very beautiful and destructive process.
Force and fire!
We win, we lose, but everyday,
we choose to live in our certain way.
Then it comes down to the wire, then you retire, or then you expire. No statues, no stories, no song to inspire.
We war and suffer and gorge and keep our ears to the floor.
Its the war child crying.
Missile, or nuke, or meteorite, somebody burns, and somebody is right.
its the sound of trumpets and marching to come crush our wretched empire. To set it on fire, to listen to last broadcast of the surviving town cryer. Then all of it burns on a funeral pyre because of the word of an obvious liar.
Then we rise from the ashes like some primordial molasses and then breakdown into several social classes. And that's how time passes. Then some jerk shoots more force and fire from out of their asses.
Then we do it again.
We do it like the world.
-CRYER THUNDERFACE!