Post by Reality Bytes on Mar 17, 2004 22:53:52 GMT -5
Too much of one thing is too little of another, but in abundance we find the shelter from the storm and the perilous glances of our neighbors. In wrought iron gates we find hope to live anew each day, and in the face of danger again we flee behind those gates. In each hand we hold a balance, in our right, a flow from the good, and in our left, a flow from the bad. No more then a piteous glance at the sun in the east as it rises to rule the day, and an adoring glance at the moon as it rises to rule the night. In a pious way we hold to ourselves an atonement of our souls, holding us back from the world. Never the less we fear what is of the unknown and we run with our inadequate selves. We seek not the perfection in the world around us, but the perfection of our fantasies in the world. Not another soul holds what each soul of each person in their heart holds. No more to cataclysm the world or its people we face in a new light, a new life in the land that our hearts build. And upon that solid ground, we face not one but many hardships and still blindly seek the perfection of others and not of ourselves.
In the light of a new world burdened by the faceless faces of our enemies, we search for the new hope and the new light in the awesome tomes of our ancestors and friends only to be let down and get back up again. Never the less, we will search the earth for a new day and new beginning for the uncouthness of our ways. Even though the most clout way seem to shun the idea of fear, the others still feel the nips of life at their heels, forcing them to carry the weight of all the known and unknown things that we face in the light of a world shunned by the galaxy for our living in this style, No more can we wander in protagonist circles as we fight for right in the stars and galaxies afar. Lo, no more then a girded circle in the sand of the time we spend. Not a single face can show the grief of neither a planet nor a nation. Not a single soul faces the turmoil of the entire world, facing all our fears.
In the light of a new world burdened by the faceless faces of our enemies, we search for the new hope and the new light in the awesome tomes of our ancestors and friends only to be let down and get back up again. Never the less, we will search the earth for a new day and new beginning for the uncouthness of our ways. Even though the most clout way seem to shun the idea of fear, the others still feel the nips of life at their heels, forcing them to carry the weight of all the known and unknown things that we face in the light of a world shunned by the galaxy for our living in this style, No more can we wander in protagonist circles as we fight for right in the stars and galaxies afar. Lo, no more then a girded circle in the sand of the time we spend. Not a single face can show the grief of neither a planet nor a nation. Not a single soul faces the turmoil of the entire world, facing all our fears.