Where Do We Go From Here?An Explanation of a Visage, Perhaps Construed as Sorrow, Haunting the Eyes of an Angel. Or So it Would Seem, As the Gleaming Gaze Burns Through, The Joy Seemingly Falling Short.Where Do We Go From Here?
An Explanation of these Things, I Feel as I Sit and Wait to See Her Again, Anticipating the Day I Can Call Her Mine. It Can’t Come too Soon, The Day When I can Prove all my Wounds Healed, And the Peace of None Other Finally Wraps me Safely.
I Open My Eyes on a Long Path, Dimly Lit, Barely Visible for Miles, A Faint Light Shining Far Beyond. Rays of Light Pierce
Corruption Keeps Us SafeA paradoxical component, Of allies oddly strung, By enemies united under a flag of neutrality. The enemy of my enemy, The tactics they perceive, Are the very skills that end in our demise.Corruption Keeps Us Safe
The quality of Patriotism takes authority of Freedom, Or so they try to persuade us, claiming a sooner elite, Among the Liberty that once roamed free, they sold it, Grasped treachery, because Corruption keeps us safe.
Reckless few see the cause, The inevitable result of this sin, So wrongly committed against an entire nation. Against a world that once, Long ago
ReflectionBroken Mirrors Lay Stranded, Littering the Path to Understanding, Of a Contemplative State of Mind. Broken Lives Relinquished, By Societies that Value More, Than the Truth They’ve Left Behind.Reflection
Shards of Glass Pierce Our Soles, As We Tread Effortful, Watching Our Footprints Bleed. As Razor-Tips Break the Soul, Showing Ones Who Watch, That They Are No Longer What We Need.
For the Battles Deep Inside, That Threaten to Divide, Are Nothing More than Simple Insecurities. But these Demons Amplify, What We All Too Often Try, To Pas
BrotherhoodAn infantile idea, Of idioms chaotically composed, To express an idea otherwise unable to be explained, Through adages strung together, To create a feeling of relation, Compositions of a bond more inseparable than perceived.Brotherhood
Proverbs of a humanist position, Flood my mind as I lay, prostrate, Torturing the withered remnants of a mind barely salvaged. The garrulous mumblings, Of a foolish man, trying as he may, To vindicate the bleeding soul of a friend, a brother.
Despite foolish attempts, At a time when verbosity, Meant to distract and aid, can o
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"If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world." C.S. Lewis
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