Author: The Town Crier Outlet

First generation bornA plague was createdThe cure is in my mindSolitude is all I see Powerful nations repress feelingBuried beneath the fearMaking you a cowardBuying your safety Grey shadows fill your headStealing your last breathScared of the futureProphecies of chaos Subtraction of personalityWithin the human raceYou’ll always be Green castles from the pastBleeding in sands…

This is great, man.–J.B.–

Dark cold sound A dark cold sound tears the life That I’m givenIgnite the visionThe vision that brought a cold wind Against my childhood soulThe root of unspoken fearThe root grows deep in my heart A dark cold sound tears at my lifeOver, overOver and over The time when rest is distant As childhoodWhen I…