I always had a lot to say
When I spoke from the heart,
Noone ever listened to my dismay
Will they miss me when I depart
When? Not today,
Not tomorrow,
But from where are
The time is not so far.
From here I can see the storm
In the distance are doom lurks beneath the undertow
Technicolor beam burts from kaleidescopic spirals,
Beneath the blue I see the pearlescent marvel take form
To witness that which once was
And that which will be again and again.
Long ago it breathed life into empty vessels,
We're so curious,
Then again it molded us with knowledge,
Letters and numbers,
We're so oblivious,
Our fore fathers paid their homage
To the fathers of time,
The beginning to our lineage.
Knowledge is power,
Age old proverb shown us truth
The truth from which we all still cower
The soil worked mind created purpose,
The tools of power showed worth.
Now with illumination we grow,
No longer a seed planted in the earth.
With great power comes great responsibilty,
The likes to which must be used in humility,
The weakness that compels us in futility,
Removed by choice only few have the ability,
A soldier of fortune left his heart behind willingly
To embrace his new purpose completely.
A soldier on the front line..
Lead not by orders from man, but from mind
Lead not into the fray completely blind
A defender of the light, for its purpose is to shine
The time is not now, but it is nigh
And I will fight for you even if this means I must die
For you all, I will no longer cry.
In patience I have found myself in new depths
Clearing out the darkness that I once kept
Fulfilling my quintesstial need to evolve,
Peer through the lies and absolve,
Now only my light is left,
I am ready for my death,
This was and will forever be,
The last time that Jesus wept.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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