mourning: aside from ignorance. all else is bliss

will the burning trees please fall down. ive been standing seven-teen miles from the sun. without a worry or a badge. shadows sit high in the sky. take my body. mislead to fortune, to only find surrender. an excuse for torture, brought down to disaster. from the depths of the waters, she threw a wish, thrown down to ashes, our skies were set on fire. a war waged from miles, divided from all sides, corner us to the end of existence, we arrive from the weakness. i threw down my sword, moved by the dead. all tears and pain cried out. we all held hands. as we saw "Jesus wept."