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Nov 2012
Alone we men
Think we are
Between dirtied sheets
Hands worn and tired and dying

We hope to gain admittance
To a higher place
Perhaps some think deserved'
And perhaps some do

Yielding to the power of man
Only leads to a life lived
As a slave without access to their own mind
Time is far past that

Embrace your fellow brother
Put ideologies aside and
Look deep within one another's eyes
Hear their breathing next to thee
Admit that both soul's
Only truly wish to be set free

And though our feed may be different
Our minds molded from different clay
Bones bent from splintered cribs
We may or may not have once lain
Hear the breath, a brotherhood
Yearning to be far away from usual unrest

So fight on
Gather ye' weapons
Ye' courage
Ye' unshakable souls

See to the life you wish you could have
Accept nothing as lost or forgotten
Always listening for the keys of fate
Silently slipping in to open your front door
Written by
Mitchell
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