War at the Edge of the World

by Armada the Gestalt   Jun 8, 2009


I will not
fall.
(No you will
fall.)
Glass on the table still half full.
(Half - empty glass in a lifeless room.)
I will stand for what I know.
(I must struggle for what I know.)

Life is many paths that lead,
Towards the shadow of the sun,
Who's to say that circles can't,
Be run,
So it will carry on?

(Life is the shackle round the shaking hand,
No destination:
Only release,
Who's to say that all bonds are,
Forever ,
But we only go so far.)

I will speak for what I've fought for in the past.
(I will stand against this life that passesbysofast.)
I am the only one who can turn back the tide of
... what?
(I am the dark horse that all humanity forgot .)

Death is something that we all must accept,
If we are to live,
Death is a rest at he end of a very,
Very long walk.
Death is not an enemy,
but death is not a friend,
He is just a man that we must all meet in
The End.

( Death is the only thing that makes life worth fighting for,
The knowledge that beyond the prison there is something more,
Death is a nothing,
but death is a something,
That's what some agree,
But all I know that he's the only one,

That waits for me.)

I will not be knocked down as I stand on the surest ground.
(I must not be toppled: there's nothing else
b
e
l
o
w
.
)
We are the light against the dark that stands in each of us.
(We are the supressed desire that
lies in each of us.)

Love is a golden thread that ties the soultogether,
The heart is the needle with a welcoming eye,
Adoration comes in a thousand forms,
one for every stitch,
Love everyone:
As not all emotions were made entirely equal:
But none were made
worthless.

(Love is the final trick
beneath
the veil of our lives,
The tangled weed around the ankle of the drowned,
The heart is a fickle object,
It can break or it can crack,
And emotion is the cruelty that wedges between
f i s s u r e s)

Knowledge is a joy that only compliments our hearts,
A unity: A growing treasure amongst treasures,
Guides us when we feel.
A hand in a pool of confusion and wonder
She lifts us beyond and teaches us how to enjoy,
What we are.
Knowledge is a spark amongst a fire that we are.
What drives us forward with its heat:
The warmth and comfort
beneath our feet.

(Knowledge is a weapon that must always be sought,
The blade with which a thousand wars were fought
Against the mutinity of emotion
Does logic stand
Against the flesh of ignorance
Its blade tears a crimson path.

Knowledge must be found before all else:
It is all that is worth searching for.)

I can only teach you what they showed me long ago.
(I can only speak of what I've been watched by all this time.)
A certainty that follows me and that,
it always will.
(There are only
two things
that I'm sure of anymore.)
I know that you will hear me because I stand for so much more.
(That I will die so soon and that in this,
I am right.)

We are the world's fight:
We go beyond ourselves.
Tied by blood...
Divided by bone.

((See the original format here: http://schemilix.deviantart.com/art/War-at-the-Edge-of-the-World-124971011))

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