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it is done.

by marge-redelicia

*you told me that you were just playing it safe,* careful to keep your perfectly powdered face from grime and getting dirt under your manicured nails. you try to maintain that posture with poise and grace, while others break their backs and crawl on the ground on their knees and bellies. *you told me  that you are playing nice.* you said that you are loving, caring, kind, and generous and all those pretty qualities. that's true, but  one glance at your eyes  is enough to know fully that  you are also fearful and terrified. you are a coward: a prisoner of pride playing god as you place your trust on yourself. taunted by questions of  rejection, ability, and sufficiency, you cowered in your high tower instead of joining the frontlines in the fight. frozen by fear your heart has gone too numb and cold, for the doubt and anxiety has put out your fire. you said that you have won it all. but actually,  you know nothing. nothing! about triumph and victory  for though the world has plunged into calamity, you were never one with the army. your bright eyes has seen death but only from the sidelines. **you defile the purpose of your armor by keeping it perfectly polished when it is meant to be stained by mud and blood.** you told me that you were just playing it smart. you said that it's only rational, logical,  the normal human response to take every measure to avoid pain and harm. you behold the chaos and cry  "they are fools!" and you are  perfectly right. they made themselves into proud and shameless fools for they know well that  the fools are the ones chosen to shame the wise. darling,  just stop playing it nice, safe, an smart for this is not a game, **this is  war.** strip off the crown and ball gown and pick up your sword and armor. from your high tower, run to the mountains and fields to the homes and cities run to the trenches and frontlines. for it's either you lose your self or lose the fight soldier, warrior, get ready to pour out sweat, tears,  and even blood. though you have yet to see still, claim victory: the war has already been won before it has even begun. **it is done.**
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marge-redelicia
Filipino
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Written by
marge-redelicia
Filipino
Published
Sep 28, 2015
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Tags
#war#fight#christian#tragedy#chaos#calamity
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