Holy Hell, man. This is undoubtedly my favorite piece of your work that I have yet to read. Every single line is done masterfully, with near perfection. I just love this man, I can't do you justice in this comment, just know that I appreciated and adore this more than words can sufficiently describe. An exalt will have to do for now, fantastic write brother!
Chairs thrown and tables toppled Hands armed with broken bottles Standing no chance to win, but We're not running, we're not running
I'm chilled all through, Jay! It's a very strong write, with bold phrasing, and the only place you tender any relief is obliterated in the next line: "The daybreak burns with time The birds sing and rhyme From the caves to the tides Existence is eaten alive"
*brrr, final stanza twists the knife: few will care about being entertained when the world is falling in agony, all around. Bravo!! Exalt! H x
"Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds." ~ Albert Einstein