A TOKEN OF DECIET

Here I am at the midlle of no where,

Where everyone runs for their lives in caos.

Where every moment of the day is pregnant with problems;

Where there is no hiding place for anyone.

Here I am the middle of nowhere.

Through my lonely days I strayed away.

Where violence knocks You down at every corner of the way.

Where the lust of blood has filled the heart of every man,

And bloody battle bluntly bury me,

Trying to escape the atrocious acts of brutality.

Ye though I escape the blizzard of blitz,

at the four cadinal point of the conpass.

Do I consider using a blunder buss?

But still the urge is gone, for I know I am not worth that.

Wrestling with an hurricane in my mind that hurts than a carbuncle.

But a time will come when I will blot this terrible scene

A time when I will walk freely to listen to the atmospheric music.

And a time when I will view Atlantis.

And be as calm as the sea.

And for the longest time there will be no battle cry.

For I know this will one day be and one day filled.

And a time when i will walk freely to listen to the atmospheric music,

And breathe a clean air of peace oneday.

Still I would live to see the long lost Atlantis City