air therapy

my god lay down these paved roads for us. we are the storms coming in from the west. our future holds a barbed wire design, and our eternity will remain as legends. "hallowed be thy name." with these hands as destructive as the inevitable dream. while others retreat in panic. the cities shall burn. i hear your voice echoing in the wind. the rain beats down harder for your return. all fires have surrounded us. in time, our hands will remain unfolded. leaving a trail for the lost to be found. only to come upon a throne, of where your seat will remain.