Like the days when the light used to shine
Tides of Ice upon the falling side
To feel the flowing essence, we will radiate the power of affluence
In conjunction with the lucidity we all enthrall ourselves with,
I shall convey this heretofore mentioned upon the days of now.
Though little lights the sun in days of now
We may be able to find such elegance in the amalgamtion of our sun-drenched heads
And it is here, in the valleys and plains, the low-lands where so much is set free,
where we shall inherit the meek and the world shall ascend,
But lo and behold the projection of our souls, for it is the fear of light that ends the fear of dark,
Though all otherwise noted, we have been led to the believe,
That though we think
Our thoughts matter little.
NAY! i exalt!
NAY! I retort as the belittlement continues.
I say rise and meet the light.
I say rise and fear the dying of souls within this so sought after life, And i say now,
To those i have long loved,
To rage against any hinderance, and rise against any flaunted, daunting haunt
And break the bonds so helsd within these valleys,
And rise, like Icarus, to heights unimagined by those stuck in the purgatory of the valley,
And preach my love upon the hills of time.
Everyone lives,
Everyone gives,
Everyone crys,
Everyone why?
Everyone dies, though justice is flown away, and little is explained.
Who dares the might of the colossus?
Who fears to mourn the impatient?
May it be said to those who disillusion themselves by pulling hard on the rope of fate
That all we may percieve is a faulty, gregarious disertation on the look of life?
Put together by some spouting madman on the hills of thought and reason?
Again?
Find yourself.
13 April, 2009
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Read it a few times, very powerful. I like the last part heh.
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