Scenes on Styles for Systems of Speech

Double iron hammers grinding out the armor for war and the pounding of footsteps along the cobblestone road. The geese flock down the way to the chickens’ nests, running out the hens and breaking the eggs. Victims of hate fling themselves into alleys and garbage bins, a sweet souring against the hounds of hell.

Raging machetes against the field of dreams beating down the growing wheat. A roar, a crash, a running stampede, and the lights go out as all others bleed, and the redness flows and dyes the river of his city. Shot in a barrel of laughs, purging those fish that cannot succeed in moving out of the trap’s dooming walls.

A sound rings out from above: the almighty speaks to the brave and the bold; to all those locked in an endless state of despair against their being:

“Remember this above all, thou’re sovereign of all that may be she. The determination that’s hers can be only administered by the heart of her soul respectively. So this be the law of the land and of life.

Stand up righteous being, may the force of truth guide her to the land of gallant fortune. Irrespective for the will of the dissenters from this harsh fact will her star lead she to be. As it be known: She who’s granted no rights by the Governor shan’t themselves institute the right to follow his laws!”

Star struck eyes glisten with the light of a thousand open thoughts. After a summer, the lights go out forever, as the imploding hearts of brighter days when the harmony of style moved in rhythm to the sound of success, destroy the good in glory. When threatened within, ideals invaded and implanted the explosion, veiled with the wanted images to be seen.