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We go where they want us to go
we stand where they want us to stand
and we think they already got the best
of us and they ain't getting no more.
Vengeance their strength.
How much is real?
So much to question.
They make fire and thunder
and so they leap from our hearts
and flow like a current that slides
through the echoes of our thoughts
and evanescent in our spark
of compassion.
Wounds might start to heal but emotions only fester.
I could hide at this state and forget, but were all efforts in vain?
A gain for someone else?
I don't believe in fate but something strange brought me here.
Perhaps it's time to let go of the past, i take one last look down
at my old self and turn away from the void growing within.
We know war it's with us since
the beginning of time
coming and going with the tide.
Rebelion rose in our hearts
but fires burned cities and souls
to ashes all gone just like that
with a snap of a finger
cause we allowed it so and
we built up walls like it would
stop anything.
There was a time so long ago
before the angels fell
before the rivers turned black
before the songs of the woodland
fey folk were gone and greed did not
blind our hearts.
Why do we let those false gods
seek the monsters that we fear the most
and chase the nightmares that haunt
our silent dreams?
You raised the stone on your own.
You have looked what slithers beneath
and beneath that earth, beneath that stone
the next world teems and grows unchecked.
You were gifted with admirable talent
beyond this world
beyond
below
behind
before.
Your knowledge considerable but with the sin
of wrong thinking.
At a moment of purity and ease you started
listening wispers of a dream
that you are dust of an echo in fading mist.
Fate chose for them to witness war, strife, pogrom.
Sailed beyond the known with titles given,
heroes, explorers, outcasts, refugees.
Their greatest tribulation up ahead,
road to salvation little known,
across a dark heart broken realm.
Tragically falling like the arrows
resolve of spirit rising like the mountains,
entering depths from which more cower
beacons of light few still remain,
prepared to sacrifice all that is known,
to prove that which most afraid, truth...
Right from the bottom
straight right to the top
with a promising manner and an exclusive trend
oh really?
how could it last?
All it takes is a relevant ******
and all were gone
as they
were never even born.
Odious and obsessed
why did these people try to forget
that they are the ones who need the world
and this verse could not play in reverse.
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