Noise… Noise! Noise I do not have a choice to tune out, Peevades my atmosphere as I grow more annoyed, Annoyed, And annoyed…
If it’s War they want, Then War I shall not shy away from! So what if they’re fueled by the thought of my defeat? With a drive where God grabs hold of a wheel steered for me, Why would I ever have to worry?…
But, Little did it ever know, How I’m annointed. Annointed with an everlasting shield of patience, Banshees are powerless against, As they attempt to pierce through with Death! In mind…
In a car God floors, With a tank full of faith I promised to uphold, Every soundwave of sorrow is absorbed, As I foam at the mouth, Fasting from those scornful eyes surrounding me everywhere I go…
They musy feast their eyes upon how I’m no longer consumed, By their fiery gaze losing its height, As I grow past their lies, By climbing towards the truth of the matter. All the noise just, Never really mattered. My reaction to it is what I’ve needed to master. Knowing it will always be outweighed by the simplicity of, Laughter…
m3l0dicverse 
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