my feet meet the summit the same time the sun reaches the ridge.
I'm still trying to make sense of it all.
strange thoughts on another nervous night.

some say one man makes no difference.
there's no such thing as a peaceful revolution
a bloodless war.

well then
what the hell are we waiting for?

while they pray for peace,
pray for plagues!
when they turn to the sky for rain,
raise your arms and beg for flood.

see them off with nothing but grief and despair in their hearts
only then can they truly understand what needs to be done.
these traditions have no place if they serve no useful purpose.

for the future has no respect for sentiment
and neither do i