Nevermore will i have an understanding...

do you know the glorious?
do you know how they breathe and live?
the strict attention that they give toward their competition
is comparable to any dominant country that exists today
not allowing their alertness to be distracted while they take what they want
your actions are useless
the appalled know not to question or act out toward the glorious in a harmful manner
the result would be disastrous
either side you choose can be negative or positive
so the appalled walked away with their eyes closed and mouths gaping open
trying to take in each breath they can as they walk away
they never question them
they never think twice about it
and all we hear is his horn
you can hear him strain as the pitch retreats deeper into a gloom monotone note
there is a sudden silence which consumes the crowd
a second later faces start to grow old with age stress soaks eyes with a foggy coat of depression
lips wrinkled as the air grows bitterly cold
i am running, trying not to look back
leaping over fallen bodies and seeking shelter from this living hell