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Deep within this flute of bone Within this drum of skin There's a war that's rising up A battle will begin. A war which has no victims A fight no one can lose It is the conflict of the heart The heart of the abused. A warhorse in armor A champion in chains We have fallen VERY low Blood coursing Down our manes. The stain upon the spoils A crying crimson curse To those who have abused us The subjects of our verse. We put pen to paper With our dark puce ink We aim our silver bullet And make our reader THINK. With tempered steel swords we wield The plunder of our youth We, as valiant knights of old Slay dragons with The TRUTH! How innocence was brought to naught Our soul a waxy taper Guttering upon its sconce Our hearts becoming vapor. But the One who fights the BEST Has given me a lance And so I fight... so i write He's given me a chance! Strength, the very atmosphere! Courage as the air! A living hell becomes a well Its ink is my despair... O come! You demons of the drought! You minions of the mind! You will try... but you will DIE! Your fate will be unkind! I said there was no victor? I'm telling truth, you see. No one is truly vanquished... The enemy was ME. Cathy Jarvis November 10, 2018 Revised March 21, 2019
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Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 3:38 AM UTC
THE DRUMS OF WAR
Deep within this flute of bone Within this drum of skin There's a war that's rising up A battle will begin. A war which has no victims A fight no one can lose It is the conflict of the heart The heart of the abused. A warhorse in armor A champion in chains We have fallen VERY low Blood coursing Down our manes. The stain upon the spoils A crying crimson curse To those who have abused us The subjects of our verse. We put pen to paper With our dark puce ink We aim our silver bullet And make our reader THINK. With tempered steel swords we wield The plunder of our youth We, as valiant knights of old Slay dragons with The TRUTH! How innocence was brought to naught Our soul a waxy taper Guttering upon its sconce Our hearts becoming vapor. But the One who fights the BEST Has given me a lance And so I fight... so i write He's given me a chance! Strength, the very atmosphere! Courage as the air! A living hell becomes a well Its ink is my despair... O come! You demons of the drought! You minions of the mind! You will try... but you will DIE! Your fate will be unkind! I said there was no victor? I'm telling truth, you see. No one is truly vanquished... The enemy was ME. Cathy Jarvis November 10, 2018 Revised March 21, 2019
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Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 3:38 AM UTC
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