Our Chemical Romance

On the embankment if time one lone echo is heard. Some say it is an echo, but the rising understanding is that it is a sound that has never ceased proclaiming its burning oracle. This war cry forged before time stood still let alone was sketched, resonates in the ears of the hopeful, bitter, and despondent alike.
Kindred hearts in agony mourn their tragic disposition as the only escape they have is discussing the current situation, abscesses are the common identity as dignity has not been stolen but whored away in order to keep the situation to a minimum. Lost in thought and fantasy the masses scrape on by, hushing those who make any statement in regards to the current scenario. It will last forever as the world marches on, hand in hand, proclaiming the anthem of their sad parade. It marches through tossing out needles like candy and colorfully altered Prozac in order to truly taste the rainbow.
Anxiety grips all who have some sort of clue, the overwhelming cry of the broken, battered, neglected, raped, starved, dying, and utterly forlorn. The army armed with pamphlets beckon all the broken hearted to join the sad parade (the official name has changed over the year but this is the organization funding it, they had a better budget than even Macy’s).
The children join the dance in the inner ranks as the “learned ones” lead, removing clothing and baring all in order to find their true potential, or at least to find at least one person to fully accept who they are, its what the bands marching have referred to as love….. it was the whole purpose of marching; it was even the biggest word on the front of the brochure. Everything is in the name of love, from the engraving on the conductor’s baton to the shackles being subversively placed around the each of the company’s ankles.
The echo still persists, as merriment fights to drown it out. Yet it persists. Shattering trees and piercing eardrums it continues and grows, yet the revelry grows. There is one cry, one Word that stands alone predating the revolution of the decaying orb. LOVE! It is on the horizon and only life is found in Him. He will return and all things will be made new, LOVE beckons, flee the sad parade and you will be made alive in Him, and in Him only is their life.
Untied by pain the death parade marches onward into the darkness. Feeding each other with insecurity and fear it persists.
LOVE became flesh and bore all pain and grievances in His death for the very sake of love. He made each in the parade for LOVE and apart from Him there is only death. LOVE calls to those He fought to be with and will have His due. Reach out and touch it, LOVE marches forward.