Greet Death – Explosions in the Sky
We are the peaks of mountains.
Our feet are planted; our roots go deeper than you can imagine.
From here, I can see everything.
From my front door, I can walk to anywhere.
My voice is loud.
This web is strong. Stronger than its weight in steel.
Titanium, wrapped in spiderwebs and dipped in molten language.
Always;
The coating glistens in the rain, but will not rust.
Uncorrodeable.
Galvanized.
The oxygen we breathe may burn our lungs, but we are stronger for it.
We exist for naught but to be set alight.
We are radiant.
She is on fire, like gasoline;
Reflecting rainbows.
Inspiring and moving. Thank you.