All my sorrow and all the distance; they just faded away. My lips sang the request and as the grand yearning of my faith was fulfilled...
the impossible gave in to truth. Like a dam under the weight of water, my mind tried to stand against the weight of blood. Blood breaks the barrier of sin. The glass fortress is already in ruins. The blood finds all the cracks and errors in its structure and yet again, my sick haven, is crushed under the blood.
Honestly, I loved Ringo. I admit it. But that is the nature of the children. I admit it, I am a child. I am no man, I am no anchor. I am a child void of blood. I wandered aimlessly searching for Day, and I realize now... I was asleep.
Day cannot be reached by any vehicle of air, water or outer space. On our own accord, by no system or manner can we travel to Day. Only by invasion, only by being taken by the flood.
Blood came through my roof and flooded my room, I had no control of my body, for I was swept about in its manic fury. I awoke with a song in my belly, and sugar on my lips. Birds of every color filled the air with sweet hallelujah. On the ground I notice the blue children. They lay silently in the high grass, sleeping their lives away. I know the children by name, they stay behind me in Ringo, hiding in glass houses, waiting for there own waves.
Blackbird, she is trying with all her heart to wake up. See, back in Ringo, I told her of another world, I spoke the great ballads of the past. I told her, we would see spring, we would drink real water together. She is still asleep. Blackbird, whom I LOVE. Oh, sweet Catalyst Canary, do you hear my call? Ever insightful Catalyst Canary, can you handle it all?
The sommonia is killing her, the lightning terrifies her, the blood tyrants hold dominion over her sanctuary. I'll stay by her side and whisper sweet promises of Aslan's Land, but I am no catalyst. I am no anchor. I am being carried away like Jonah from his shade.
I graphed out the grooves and curves of planet Ringo and now you ask me to chart Day? I know nothing of Day. I know of midnight confessions and the tears of children. I know your children, I know Jack and Maria, I know about the things you say behind there backs. Never forsake a child, because they just might be a child God destined you to love. I know about the blue children, and when Psalv-Muron comes, you're gonna have to rip me from there arms.
The children never cease to come to me. I will venture tomorrow to a new land to meet new children. I am just a boy in this land, I swear, for I know not where I go. I stumble over my sorrows and I lie about tomorrow. Young Cardinals, I am impulsive, so I would ask you to take care of me in my old age... but there is so much to see, so much to be, tomorrow is just to far away. I will always be determined to set the world on fire, for I am burning in the marrow. I am burning in the marrow.
Burn your marrow.
Everytime I hear that melody, something breaks inside. I cant turn back the tide. I await to learn the destination, I wonder if I will ever know the cost. Love came and filled my belly, starvation holds no power over me. Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
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