Bayonets that shatter
with ****** clashing:
a war waged solely for the self.
Without help,
Without the continued aide of those once wise.
Now we battle for something greater than ourselves -
individuality falls by the wayside;
morning fog fades from humanity's mural.
No great dividing line,
no false romance of identity
- fluid -
the way of water through rapids.
separate and yet whole.
We fight for the entirety this day,
without ever once seeing the landscape
of shared belief.
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 12:19 AM UTC
Bayonets that shatter
with ****** clashing:
a war waged solely for the self.
Without help,
Without the continued aide of those once wise.
Now we battle for something greater than ourselves -
individuality falls by the wayside;
morning fog fades from humanity's mural.
No great dividing line,
no false romance of identity
- fluid -
the way of water through rapids.
separate and yet whole.
We fight for the entirety this day,
without ever once seeing the landscape
of shared belief.
I'm disappointed in the lack of text options on HP - what is bold should be struck.
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