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What is honor really? There are Six Acts Neatly laid out And clear as day, But what is life really? He ran away, Tossing his soul to the floor To take up their mantle. The Jedi’s, But not lightly. You were thrown In a rage, Neck almost snapped. A shock, But not unprovoked. What is honor really? Is it the Third Act? To protect family, Or maybe the Fifth Of clan wellbeing? You stayed behind Rejecting the Order outright To maintain the Lessons. Your father’s, And so resolutely. He was shot. Your father ran out To cover a mistake. Yours, And so fatal. What is honor really? Is it the First Act? Taking up arms And living martially, Mistakes or no? You say it is him, Your soulless brother Wearing armor of his own. He says it is you, The soul-filled sister Carrying all her guilt.
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Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 4:32 PM UTC
What is honor?
What is honor really? There are Six Acts Neatly laid out And clear as day, But what is life really? He ran away, Tossing his soul to the floor To take up their mantle. The Jedi’s, But not lightly. You were thrown In a rage, Neck almost snapped. A shock, But not unprovoked. What is honor really? Is it the Third Act? To protect family, Or maybe the Fifth Of clan wellbeing? You stayed behind Rejecting the Order outright To maintain the Lessons. Your father’s, And so resolutely. He was shot. Your father ran out To cover a mistake. Yours, And so fatal. What is honor really? Is it the First Act? Taking up arms And living martially, Mistakes or no? You say it is him, Your soulless brother Wearing armor of his own. He says it is you, The soul-filled sister Carrying all her guilt.
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Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 4:32 PM UTC
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