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The path of war is always the same,
We tread on that same wayward stair,
That stays within the same,
Destructive game.
The soul of war is never changed,
Always constant,
Vigilant in all its ways,
Never surrendering,
To the most endangered,
Presence of despaired wills.
To know your path,
And to lead your soul,
Instead of following,
Would be a great sacrifice,
To end the path of suffering,
War has brought against the world.
To gain the upper hand,
Against the destructive,
Endeavors that lead,
To incredulous death,
Would stop the unending,
Thread of the great,
Circle of death.
Death holds no power,
If we take away its reason,
To steal away life would be treason.
There is more to life than death,
So live life and regret nothing,
Forgive and forget,
Learn to love eternal,
And enjoy what you have left.
- by Cynichunter |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/25/2010 |
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- Title: Treads of War, Theron Seymore
- Artist: Cynichunter
- Description: I made this poem to emphasize the circle of life, death, and how we are trapped in it. I also gave a clue as to how we can escape it! I made this poem to show that the earth is in balance and we are disrupting that balance further by being more disrespectful to our world. We are dooming ourselves to death, and destruction. This one is on my Facebook page.
- Date: 09/25/2010
- Tags: treads theron seymore notes facebook
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