Carrier Pigeons Testo

Many came to watch the burn of the morning blaze but...



The shooting stars that lead them there, were just flares thrown from last option guns

Painting Morris code upon the red ash sky

They watched the horizon fall between the back seats of the broken cars
The plastic made transportation now labeled



“Some assembly required”



They fought the dry vein desserts

Where skin cracked like dollar bills

They blinked with expired lashes

Last chance, swing it

A force not to be reckon with

It's time to gather pulses
Even the best may not make it

make it out alive...



Flat lines call hearts' failures



Swimming like left wing target birds

In a pool of last chances

Where the water sinks the floaters



On a night when the tension was as scared as a virgins flower picked

One spark could start a blaze

One crooked flame could cause an inferno

And the masses would be the wood for warmth



This day, took them all

They followed each other

To the end of the earth

And never said a word

As they all fell to it

Like a child to a strangers candy



This was the end of the world's instruction manual

They all bought the text; and followed the directions to complete the task

This black day creation, was well crafted in mass destruction