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  • MCR Fans after the teaser: HOLY SHIT GET THE JACKET AND FACE PAINT WE"RE COMIN BACK
  • MCR Fans today: *holding back tears* ya know what idrc that much i mean i wasnt expecting much i didnt think they were gonna come back or go on tour or anything im ok (trust me)

We did not have to gulp the color

in our surroundings.

Instead, we learned that the blue knew how to drink us.

We were swallowed whole by landscape and we

laughed in the belly of time that 

passed without courtesy. Everything 

close was already in our 

hands and everything far away

became our consuming color. If it was not

ours yet, blue was in it. 

                You 

looked at the blue and 

                  I 

looked at the blue.

The whole time we looked at one another. 

we are all at war.

Incarnadine spills from innocent wounds 
paving highways of a grief stricken hell,
slowly altering Nature’s color palette 
to adjust to the grim gray of gravestones
untouched by time.

Earsplitting salvo of rockets crashing 
into concrete, 
drowning out the sound of prayers 
rising from the desperate lips of the world
still clinging onto the belief
that there ought to be
more to life than
death..

Who do we surrender to?

The steps that lead to heaven’s portal 
are used as firewood to keep the corrupt warm 
while the people suffer.

We watch on as the tsunami of violence ensues:
prayer beads stilled mid-count, 
mouths agape we stare at this war
and think that we are safe 
because it is not
our war.

We are all at war;
every war is your war, 
is mine…

Who do we surrender to?