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Though many seek to destroy, tear asunder the ties that bind, to take from me my serenity, I will not bow. Though many may seek to defame, to separate mother from child, to expose brutal and violent philosophy, I will not bow. Though the tides converge, crashing waves with overwhelming force, I cannot hope to overcome, I will not bow. Though the forces of fate conspire, alone am I against the world, my views are singular and often discouraged, I will not bow. Though man will try to change my mind, to make me see through their eyes, to see things as they are, not what they are to me, I will not bow. Though contention rages in my world, though doubt clouds my mind, caught in the tempters snare, a creation wrought of man, I will not bow. Though tempests will swarm, maniacal laughter sold as new, and time will change all things, I will not bow. Though the things I love will one day die. though my generation will fade into obscurity, a loss of collective value and shared experience, my progeny will carry the flame, they will not bow. Though my body will succumb to the world, my soul will not, I will not bow.
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 6:48 PM UTC
I Will Not Bow
Though many seek to destroy, tear asunder the ties that bind, to take from me my serenity, I will not bow. Though many may seek to defame, to separate mother from child, to expose brutal and violent philosophy, I will not bow. Though the tides converge, crashing waves with overwhelming force, I cannot hope to overcome, I will not bow. Though the forces of fate conspire, alone am I against the world, my views are singular and often discouraged, I will not bow. Though man will try to change my mind, to make me see through their eyes, to see things as they are, not what they are to me, I will not bow. Though contention rages in my world, though doubt clouds my mind, caught in the tempters snare, a creation wrought of man, I will not bow. Though tempests will swarm, maniacal laughter sold as new, and time will change all things, I will not bow. Though the things I love will one day die. though my generation will fade into obscurity, a loss of collective value and shared experience, my progeny will carry the flame, they will not bow. Though my body will succumb to the world, my soul will not, I will not bow.
A.P. Beckstead (2013)
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 6:48 PM UTC
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