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 Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 5:20 pm
A thousand thousand voices, can you hear?
Or are they deadened out by fire's roar?
A thousand thousand souls, against one fear,
Yet danger's lust holds none, save but for four.
The Fool who sets the plans of men aglow,
The Traitor, he brings death to those his friend,
The Blind who fail to flee nor fight the foe,
The Coward crumbles at crescendo's end.
A thousand thousand ports against one storm,
Yet lost against the tide for their four faults,
A thousand thousand artists must perform,
Or face and fail against all life's assaults.
Then who for us shall earn our right to live?
The Poets, Fighters, Lovers, Leaders, Ghosts.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 2:29 pm
That was really beautiful. The language, the syntax, everything. Kudos for you.
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