Tuesday, December 29, 2009


We are escape. We escape. Escaping, Renewed. The gun turrets turn.
Magazines, empty. Laughing at the world. Remorseful, watching, longing.
The gates closing behind, four wheels. Guns blazing harmless pressured air. A symphony played in whistles, silenced. We escape, in silence. Followed. Guns trained. Terror trained. Wheels digging clouds. A tornado blind. We.You. I. We are the Escape.

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