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Footprints and fuck you's 9:26 p.m. 2007-05-07 We have steel grafted and grained into our hands and when we clench fists like warfare the resounding whisper of our eternal capacity for greatness shivers through the branches of tees like cold winds or firestorms. And i look to winter rainswept skies and declare the limitless impossibility of surrender in tones of defiance and rhapsody and the sky answers back with rolling cries of distant sunshine and the promise of tomorrows well worth fighting and fighting for. Earth stretches soil in expanses and planting feet to asphalt i feel the possibility to rest these steeltoed boots anywhere that mother earth can spread and she quivers and shakes in anticipation. And I think that this world and i finally understand each other. back & forth |