Last of a dying breed.
I am the last of a dying breed, the last to know the sacred creed. last to know the man who bleeds, who did much more than good deeds. sent to defend these lives of men, whose brains so easily are bent. their wills they mix and blend ever trying to fit in. disregarding their actions as sin, their souls look like a bin of garbage trash, finding escape in that “good hash” selling their soul to fulfill their goal of that momentary high, up up and away, flyer than that superguy. you “liberate” your brain only to be shackled again and again and again and again by the very thing that gives you wings and let’s you fly. only to realize you despise this guise you use hide the pain and hurt you feel inside. “why were they the ones who died” “why must i always cry” “why can’t i just feel death’s loving sting?” surely his embrace is laced with hate, is he the work of fate to end this tragic state that humanity has succumb to? that everyone is so completely numb to, are we all blind and dumb too? nahh i was established in the year one nine nine two, i grew into the man you see before you. i refuse to be deaf to you, speaking until your face is blue. for i am a creature that is new, or is it old? you see i was told that i became a new creation but i’ve yet to come to that realization, lacking that revelation. my life is unstable as if i’m Haitian, yet i am a new creation. regardless of my location, is a soldier not a soldier because of a different station. no! i am the last of a dying breed, the last to know this sacred creed. my bloodline is one with the divine, my eyes are not blind. two thousand years ago i did die. it is no longer me but Him in i.
As always, Nick its a pleasure to tattoo you. This was a fun one. Obviously off the Cali bear love picture floating around tumblr.
When the eagles forget how to fly
When it’s twenty below in July
And when violets turn red
And roses turn blue
I’ll be still in love with you
