Agateophobia

you are hunted with your haunted. bring me down and ill bring you up. lift you up as high as the mountains. we are at the point when everything doesn't go according to plan. and i have failed to issue this new defense. give us time and time again. we havn't lost our way we are just breaking down. give me strength and regain conscious. i have failed the many fathers in my time and the architects have build something stronger then me. if it wasn't for the fact that i had so much to lose. none of you would be here. and i mean this with everything i am. to the worlds that aren't round, and the people with no faces. where is your grace? don't struggle the inevitable. too many times have i seen the mountains crumble and the skys fall. the rivers run dry, and have it rain blood. too many times have i talked to ghosts, and hear the stories they've lost. the air that they breathe and the chiver they fight in the night. the sidewalks are their best friends. because where there are roads, then there are roads to walk. and they will walk for miles and miles. its everything they have planned, they told me themselves that they have a spot for me. i thought there was no end, and just time. but then i stumbled upon a place where there is no time. and i thought to myself for the last and final time... "oh what a sea to swim in."