Silence sleeps

silence sleeps, nuclear exchange, war, weapons of mass destruction

Silence sleeps no more. bugles blow. drums pound as we stand firmly on our green bank's cooling ground. at the brink of war the flag flaps unfurled in the coming radioactive wind. as we look up proudly boldly in horror to the streaks of smoke and flame behind incoming descending missiles of mass destruction with …



veil, self growth, god, prayer, regret, poetry, steven humphreys

Good old days please come back to me Oh god I want to do them over again all this pain all this suffering changed what I thought was me I am not so violent and hateful like before I have forgotten my old grudges I have been humbled so humbled I'm breaking through I'm breaking …