You and I are not the polite people that live in poems. We are blessed and cursed by our times.
I don’t believe in Heaven, I’ve been living in this Hell. But if you represent what Heaven is, then take me there.
You be my friend now and do not dissuade me. Seize the freedom you have earned and live it for the both of us. I cannot follow you, Lancelot. I know now that all the blood I have shed, all the lives I have taken have led me to this moment.
In life you always have a choice. Sometimes it's easier to think that you don't.
I will die in battle; that I am certain of. But I hope to die in a battle of my choosing. But if it is to be this one, do not bury me in our sad little cemetery. Burn me, and cast my ashes to a strong eastern wind.
There is no worse death than the end of hope.
You are the strength, that keeps me walking. You are the hope, that keeps me trusting. You are the light to my soul. You are my purpose…you’re everything.
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