War over thy peace

signs and words come channeling quickly

waves and waves of maddness and seperate

frame of mind intercepts the waters of open air

time was a frame and frame was a time it all even

itself out,now however a sudden rage and building

of temperture rises and leaves a mark of something

that a soul and it's parts can't make out what it currently means

fog and patches become the latest of smoke and the screen it covers

doom and turn around the waves and the winds of the monster

that is seeing the anger and the stare