

AbnormalCompadres in paramount positions i lack.Abnormal
so do we slack and allow ourselves to be governed? i say no, we end the fight with a fatal blow. when the odds are in their favor, well give them a show. and so they know, we People are free, there Will Be No governing me. allow some room for change. no residual dew, some carapice to break through. so where do we find the Will? maybe a forest demolished or an oil spill. our lack of speech suffocates worlds,
turn tragedy. since when was a business equivelent to presidency? say the right thing and state your mind, because tonight its unjustice


existenceone leaf, one tree, fading... fade to what? fade to you? no more of this self circumference, the whole of what i have yet to place upon myself. Wayward bent and misdirection canceled out factors and ill timed fortune. what WILL, that once was, would like to be. lightning strikes how?existence


SolaceAuburn sky. Solace. Tranquility. Alone under these stars my mind burns. The spectacle so beautiful. A temporary amusement. Where do we go when its finished? Where a long ways from home, or so it seems.Solace
Do you remember those calculated dreams?
The coordinates arent so very far,
The last i slept we swept the fields of Qhandahar. So what do the siblings of these mortal wounds feel.
Ill ask you for nothing more. So then brother, why do we wage this war?


PredicamentI heard an owl in the woods. So what now, im in the mood to write. What have i become that i so despise. You see, with ease i counter contemplate my demise. No cost or restitution, these damnable dreams seem the only rational solution. A beating heart and out of breath, off the boat i take my first step, we learn to walk on water. No insignia shall ever share, the determination that this one bears. An iron will, new track of thought, well cut them down with our retorts. Fear not how taste these dreams, theyre soaked with sarcasm that taunts and bleeds. A cats paw steps across this page, it may as well have been my grave.Predicament


We Have ThisAnd we, we have this We have it covered No opportunity for escape Or potential for defeatWe Have This
We have this. It's called victory Preordained, engrained In very destiny
Oh, and we have this.
It's a storm of swords A maelstrom of 'your time, darkness, is up' And defiant words, which even when weakened By the minor setback,
Still resound with the power of One in a garden I
AM HE
We have this, yes, this too. A laughter, an unassailable joy Veritable tears of sheer bliss. We shall never back down, Not from our


A New Anthem, written slowlySoft, still silence falls overA New Anthem, written slowly
A choking land Stifled by the exhalations Of industrialists, Smog and censorship are one
Can there be a dream That upon waking does not
Prove foolish or fleeting? Is the hope alone, left in darkness By neglectful minds, dismissing it as falsehood Simultaneously longing and denying that this place can be redeemed.
The flaw with humanity is humanity: To expound the flaw or destroy it? George, Aldous, Ayn, Yevgeny, an answer is needed! For all can see the preying stormclouds, gathering like carrion-birds Far ab


Magnetic LinesAnd it can be felt I can feel it Pulling me; calling me I walk a road unknown A path whose signposts come only from theMagnetic Lines
Perception of an invisible force
It is not like fire within me It is fire; the scalding of
Boiling iron Still yet subject to magnetism
O to wake up, to become plasma That is both to mold to the shape made for me long ago And to become so free, so incorporeal, that
At the very least, I am magnetism If not set free from all forces
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"how can you falter, when your the Roc of Jabraltar i had to get off the boat so i could walk on water."
-S. Carter
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