It's A Sin To Breathe So Properly

Falling, crashing. sinking into the abyss of the life we conceal within our hearts and minds.
The epitome of faith has entrapped a feeling so fragile, so thickening, we forget the objectives of our mission.
We fall to the feet of the ones who provide and supply the necessities of our wants,.
We fail to remember the true meaning of being able to breathe

exhale
inhale
exhale
inhale
break free.

Forgetting the memories held within our fists, attempting to take control of a world we want to call our own yet we treat with such hatred entangled with love for others.
Destroyers and peace makers. Oh great one, save our souls and forgive our sins for we know not what we do
yet we gain the ideas and blueprints of what we envision in our psychedelic colorful minds. 
Pushing through to get by is the theory of reality caused by the intellectual ones of this age. 
The generation has generated, causing regulation to become corrupt and chaotic. 
There is no order here.
Let us breathe

exhale 
inhale
inhale
inhale
hold it.

Hold your breath and let it not release; we are not prepared to feel such novelty because this nativity scene is too pure.
Our thoughts and imaginations are felt through temptations and wrong doing; 
Sinning is our sanity and we have become much too sane.

black out
fall through
open your eyes.

This is reality in the form of truth wrapped around in lies, letting the pseudo-love run through the veins of those hiding hatred waiting to live a life only dreamt of.
Death opens up the eyes of those who wonder, crying for the truth of nothing.
We are the building blocks of a society waiting to be built.
Our call has not yet been called
and so we wait.