Couples of the forest

Tallest of walls research shows law enforcement is increased due to our distinctive actions.
Drug money and alcohol is creating a prison for the silent angels by releasing their protest.
Have we lost the track of time behind the groom?
The storming starts in our judgments of idle thoughts.

Before, after , present, is what can be could have been should have been manufactured by our hatred.
The bride of dried out seeds is walking past the falling plastic roses.
Oh the little boys and girls just smile and carry their real weapons like some sort of confetti puppets.
Just seeking wigs of dreams that are not winding just in the air.

Start the walk in the blackest of red while we trick the forest to turn to our own wine.
Make a miracle promise to the one the only that can take and indicate them on their own.
The grass is thicker than the dark blood of this forest.
On the high theres no stopping your eyes from lying.

People are visiting, divorcing, mocking their own filthy promises these days.
When will we be free to stop our own parasites?
Hence being happily ever after or resting in pieces cannot be written it must be forged by a clustering maelstorm of trying.
Isn't that worth living, better for some die trying to?