James Connor

The Tears of Alveron: a Journey Through the Imagination James Connor

ARE WE ETERNAL DUST FORSAKEN?PRECIOUS MODELS OF MERCY ON GROUNDSOF DECEITARE WE SILENTLY MISTAKEN?ARE WE ARROGANT SOLDIERS SEEKING STATUS, ESCAPEOR JUST FOOLS SAVORING BREATHSWHILE DROWNING IN THE TEARS OF GOD?WE SPEAK OF EQUIVALENCY WHILE CHASING POWERMODERACY TO ALTERNATE EXTREMESREPENTING WITH NO TONGUE ON FORGIVENESSWE FALL PRISONER TO TAINTED VISIONS OF FREEDOMEMBRACE REGRETSIPPING ITS' LIQUID HEARTALL THE WAY DOWN!WE ARE JUST INFANTS CRYING, CRAWLINGON WHITE CLOUDSIN SEARCH OF WHITE WINGSNOT REALIZING THE COMPANY OF ANGELSBITING BRICKS FROM OUR SORE SHOULDERSSO MAY WE FIND THE PATHS TO PARADISEDISCOVERING TRUTH, THE ENDLESS DAYAS WE DANCE THROUGH THE FIRES OF THE UNIVERSEAND WATCH THEM ALL JUST FADE AWAY