Thursday, August 18, 2011

Final Stand

At last the sun begins to set,
the night does approach,
and it is here by your side
where I shall face
all that it has to bring,
it is here where I shall make
my final stand;

no more running,
no more hiding,
no more interference,
no more pretending;

no more fear.

Traveling the miles and years
without understanding or direction,
without purpose or clarity,
once again the bullshit and
all that is unimportant
begins to fade,
the uncertainty passes,
withering roots come back to life,
brave new universes patiently wait,
seeking shelter within cool pockets
of summer shade,
the land of promise lies ahead,
we have come home
to live;

we have come home
to die.

Take my hand,
together we will survive
the destruction,
together we shall face
the final storm;

together we shall
make this final stand.
.
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