We have seen the Lights

Dear unknown We have run out of time, our time with eachother has come to a heart wrenching end, 5 years together and not one goal. We have failed, like the wet end of a dynamite fuse, we have refused to catch fire, so nothing burns in us & our efforts on eachother are soggy. We are going to war now, it's our entropy. We are armed with the refuge of truth and blood, the fear of fear, the knowledge of death & the lack of the desire to relapse. We are marching to the front lines, the first wave. Tell mother we are going to war, pray not our return, for when we conquer, we march on to another war; it's our entropy. And should we finally taste the pinch of the knowledge death? Then to another frontier we march, another war we fight, it's our entropy. To the front lines, tell Yeye to bring her squadron, tell her to come eat from the spoils of another's war. Dear unknown We no longer have time, let's get to it, another frontier lies ahead, with transition yet unk...