Make of it what you will.

Feb 05, 2004 18:41

Halos burning bitterstilll
Heavens gate unclosed to ill
Freedom of speech kept from freedom of all
A closer look presume the fall
Block out those words that wish to teach
Ahead of them they cannot reach
In darker places our thoughts hide
To nothing else we can abide
Give not to a system that only takes
Makes, infects to the point of break
Endeavors and soul left to the old and a battle we can never win
Stray never far from day
For with the night we will find
A hopeless space we are confined
Slave to “law”
Written by those who hold no flaw
Savor nothing we have no chance
Keep not away nor keep in stance
Feel yourself yet walk away
We cannot fight save bravery
The Weak are brave when back against the wall
The Genius dumb when he thinks to much of himself
The Brave are afraid against the unknown
And the Original nothing facing a clone
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