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Perspective is a vexing beast, With a million eyes, and none. When nights were long, and wills were weak, My Hope, My Songs, forever gone; Perspective was blind, curled in my lap, Abyss cradled my heart; A sweet embrace, that makes no promise, It offered only Dark. A peace so deep, Asleep like Death, Ambition was amiss; The struggle on, The bleeding one, A bitter, rending Kiss. Something strange did happen then, Forms gained focus, Children of Men, From among the hoards, Ignoring Billboards, I saw love and loss in all Men's Eyes. And then i knew my Rite was through, For we all suffer the same; Strength is found in Adversity's wake, My will no longer lame. I have attained an enlightenment that is not bound to me by the things i have accrued and paid for. I have attained a Love for all Men that is no Ballast to be dropped, so that i may rise up. I have made Stoic my Heart, and will not so easily be darkened again. Feeding the Shards of my Soul, To the Fire that is Life; Piece by piece becoming whole, To rise above my Strife.
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Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 2:48 AM UTC
A Glorious Dawn.
Perspective is a vexing beast, With a million eyes, and none. When nights were long, and wills were weak, My Hope, My Songs, forever gone; Perspective was blind, curled in my lap, Abyss cradled my heart; A sweet embrace, that makes no promise, It offered only Dark. A peace so deep, Asleep like Death, Ambition was amiss; The struggle on, The bleeding one, A bitter, rending Kiss. Something strange did happen then, Forms gained focus, Children of Men, From among the hoards, Ignoring Billboards, I saw love and loss in all Men's Eyes. And then i knew my Rite was through, For we all suffer the same; Strength is found in Adversity's wake, My will no longer lame. I have attained an enlightenment that is not bound to me by the things i have accrued and paid for. I have attained a Love for all Men that is no Ballast to be dropped, so that i may rise up. I have made Stoic my Heart, and will not so easily be darkened again. Feeding the Shards of my Soul, To the Fire that is Life; Piece by piece becoming whole, To rise above my Strife.
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michael-thomas-shields
English
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 2:48 AM UTC
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