Just North Of My Eyes: The True Vine Of Sheep Amongst Wolves

the difference between me (the form you dont know) and your friends (the people that you do know), is that i wont kill you. someone right now may be planning your death. always, always theres a clock running down on our lives. the true vine that grows in our veins, will soon collapse to this world again. harvested for all to see, a rotting corpse is just a seed. without fear i would not have survived this long. controlling my emotions on every impulse or connection i have with someone of nature, keeps me alive. i dont know why i keep myself alive i just know that nothing has tried to stop me from living. the day i die, is the day that i will awake. bring me a queen and children and ill build them a world. for my eyes will become stars. and god will see that destruction may be just as powerful as creation. but im not giving up yet. my heart set on fire with a roar from the heavens, like hell i wont give up yet.