Son of the Morning

Regaining consciousness under a swinging moon, he speaks of alliances that beckoned me long before the womb. I've caused more wounds than I'm worth. I see now, you must not have heard... I am the natural born killer. There is freedom past your histor

A sound ahead from distant peaks, a song that all my brothers sing. It's just out of reach, to join I would need the wings the heaven denied me. It's like you're deaf to my voice, but I've been here for every moment, waiting on your call to move. If

Do you mean to challenge me? Because your speech is threatening to the writer of your history, through a future perverted by envy. Your whisper may sway the weak, but when I speak it roars the sea. Your challenge has been met, because with a breath I

Reclaiming thrones, our generations pride, sits a conformist ploy to strip what burns inside. Our bodies yearn to live life endlessly, so now we rise. We rise in mutiny. We make our stand here between the angels and animals. We fear nothing here, whe