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my search of power is my lossAs a child I stared at and coveted the beauty of the flower,
Supporting it was the goal of my short lived life.
It was a goal that I aimed for, and worked for every day.
But now that I am older, I have failed in my duty,
I have abandoned those little flowers to reach for the moon.
I have forgotten my own power in the search for what belongs to others,
But now that I have realized my mistake, I realize it is too late.
Those beautiful flowers that once were growing at my feet,
Are withered, dead, and have long gone away.
Trust in MeYou raised me, worked with me,
Tamed my rawness without breaking it,
You placed your trust in me throughout the years,
But now that I am ready, you have lost it.
However, my trust now lies within you,
So one last time, trust me to carry you to victory.
All of these years I have been scared,
But you were patient, and taught me courage,
You showed me that I could resist the fear,
And without discarding it put it to use.
Now it is you who is scared, and it is my turn
To be the one tell you that fear is ok, and I will be there
to carry you through these times of fear and apprehension.
Let me try to win this one last race,
I promise I will run, not for my pride and sake alone,
But rather I will push myself beyond all limits,
Break down all barriers set within my path,
To defend and uphold your honor,
Trust me, and let me run once more,
And I will show you what it means to be a legend.
On the battlefield, my Brethren and IBleeding I look to the sky, my wounded brethren around me.
“God save us all” they plead towards the heavens, making me laugh.
“What god are you praying to?” I ask, tightening my hand on my gun.
“The same one they are praying to now?” I continue, pointing at our enemy.
“No. ‘God’ will never save us from this hell.” I rasp, smiling madly.
“We live and die by our own actions here, because ‘God’ is looking away.”
“He is refusing to see what has happened,” I yell up at the clouds.
“The actions his ‘Children’ are committing in his name. No. He sees NOTHING.”
“He just watches the stars in the distance, averting his gaze from the monsters,”
“The monsters HE created, and now takes no responsibility for.”
“Well, let him refuse our existence. For he is no father of mine,” I gasp in pain.
I sit there gritting my teeth in pain, and barely noti
My FlameYou cannot snuff my flame,
It will only smoke and smolder,
Staying alive until it receives the tinder,
Of which it will become revived,
Bring it back to life, hotter and stronger,
Than it ever was before.
To dance like flamesI close my lids, and tilt my head up to ceiling,
The small flame of a candle dances in my mind’s eye,
It is small, but enchanting my soul for eternity.
I hear and see the flashing of the lights above me,
And I slowly peer through my narrowed gaze.
I slowly unfold my arms from around my chest,
And begin the performance my audience has been awaiting,
Every step of the piece I try to make my own,
And imitate those of the dancing flames upon the wax,
Melting away the cold emptiness of the stage,
And enchant the eyes of audience,
burning my image into their memories for all time.
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