Horror stained my gaze, as death did mould
the axman took swing at your bowed head
staggered at pities foretold
still empty your final bed
Their daunting cries echo in agony
foretelling a tall tree slain
but never the chide satisfactory
inaccurate bet in cry made
in chill, the dark, the hopelessly long
(endeavor laid out this journey)
do footsteps go on
and praise what weakness echoed eerie
for a face with no face
no smile to be forced
except by gritting trace
of teeth contort
I have no fear of men
who heckle and hate
angry at their place
-wishing to start again
you and I, we will not start over
we have road hitherto
though thitherto bands and roves
keep track our steps in twisted brew
and the storms they call, unseen yet bore
for a small blade of grass enticing
the forms of the hall kept store
for the bold, fate is splicing
and sure your troubles many
sure your troubles great
only a temporary gethsemane
and on you go in noble gait
it was weakness that made you strong
their strength that made them weak
continue then, carry on
of them no more we speak
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 2:03 PM UTC
Horror stained my gaze, as death did mould
the axman took swing at your bowed head
staggered at pities foretold
still empty your final bed
Their daunting cries echo in agony
foretelling a tall tree slain
but never the chide satisfactory
inaccurate bet in cry made
in chill, the dark, the hopelessly long
(endeavor laid out this journey)
do footsteps go on
and praise what weakness echoed eerie
for a face with no face
no smile to be forced
except by gritting trace
of teeth contort
I have no fear of men
who heckle and hate
angry at their place
-wishing to start again
you and I, we will not start over
we have road hitherto
though thitherto bands and roves
keep track our steps in twisted brew
and the storms they call, unseen yet bore
for a small blade of grass enticing
the forms of the hall kept store
for the bold, fate is splicing
and sure your troubles many
sure your troubles great
only a temporary gethsemane
and on you go in noble gait
it was weakness that made you strong
their strength that made them weak
continue then, carry on
of them no more we speak
Those born with much, have little to give when it's time to push, those born with little, will push with everything to find peace. life is just funny like that. The closer to the goal you are at the start, the less you care for walking
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