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 waited for this moment

all our lives,

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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