Horde

Let the doomed maneuver and the fearful horses flee. Candid in your yesterday awake to a noon no sun will see there is an answer despite your lack of questions though all youll hear is a roaring no one mentions none can ignore the silence endless silence must disrupt vibrations fill the emptiness youll leave. Make tomorrow boom. Everything youll live for is in that resonance and everything youll die for answers back as if a single retort were enough to hold the line against the tide that when it comes will hold you helpless by a strength only the newly dead, so lifted, can transfigure.