we are unwilling soldiers,
or hired participants.
one eternal struggle.
a period that came
before our time.
and it is sure to stay
beyond our very last day
here.
many speak of endings,
many hope
and sigh
and mourn
and learn
to cope.
but rather, a handful,
control the pieces,
control the fields,
control the bullets,
control the minds.
one long chaos, they own.
we are all living off it,
or devolving into it.
one endless nightmare.
a fighting anthem.
a burning flag.
a shifting paradox.
a moving goal.
we are the bleeding canvas,
the eroding soil,
the forgotten,
the unrewarded.
to them
we are but shadows.
to them
we are merely numbers.
October 17, 2010
03:57pm - 04:41pm
commissioned for TBNH @Sunset5 from
we shall not remain
unheard of
much longer
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Me encantó!!! Este post es mi favorito hasta el momento. :)
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