Day in day out i struggle
i have no future
None that i can see
nothing hopeful
...
Life is like a sphere
Not straight
Not easy to circumnavigate
Nor easy to see all
...
Smaller than all earthly measurements lie
a quaint quiet quizzical being
tinier even than the smallest fly
Yet smarter than the most intelligent guy
...
At last a lone soldier stood,
Faced by the many,
The last free man,
With great sword in hand,
...
Crimson red, liquid
pain beyond imagination
a hard bed upon which i lay
sirens blaring, people yelling beyond sight
...
You think that i am a myth
a character from a book
a rumor spread from from fathers past
to their irresponsible present youth
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Through forests of fire and sea we traveled
Amazed by the horrors, bedazzled
Crossed borders
Threatened with death
...
The gates of iron opened
once more
the final time i feared
the guards came in
...
Two streaks ran down
parallel
Bother i did not
to wipe away
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