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Fight to live
written by Genocide Reaper06:08 AM 3/2/05The cherry tree's did bloom.
And later that eve, the night came with its gloom.
Ghost of ancestors arising around the fire.
This did awaken the warriors pride.
Haunting memories all but pass.
The fallen of war are dragged from the plains, streaks of blood left in the grass.
How does one continue without a direction?
How can a man stand alone or make it on his own without dedication?
He cannot, and work must come, hard labor you must learn.
For laziness is for the fool.
And cowardice is for the King that rules.
Warriors triumph in battle.
Politics gather in stone structures, like cattle in a pasture.
We are strong they are weak, but for many centuries this is the way it has been.
Now you see, the way of life from birth to death.
Please, on my questioning account ask yourself, what is our purpose on this Earth?
Will you be a leader or a follower?
Possibly become a lone warrior?
We make our choices in youth, now that children is truth.
We may falter along the way through our fate, but that doesn't mean we should circum to the fools that are stuck in a mocking state.
Morality is what dictates fantasy from reality.
And brutality is all but a part of the journey.
Do not always turn to walk away, for you will realize you are worse than the loser one day.
To see the man in the mirror so scared, not even to take the chance.
The loser is better than you!
Yes now do not deny it for it is true!
The loser has to try before losing!
And the quitter just walks away never knowing!
Pride is the heart of a man, and without it he has no plan.
Breaking and bending for those that only want to see you fail.
That is no way to live, but to become no more than an empty shell.
Admit it, you want so much more than what they hand you.
That is why you must reach out and take it, and some times, it is the only thing to do.
Like the Mountain lion stalking the snow rabbit, he must be quick, or opportunity shall hop away.
And if you aren't already starved to death, you shall live to hunt another day.
Violence is not always the option, some times intelligence wins over the battle in mid motion.
Quick witted and slow tongued, once you have mastered this, then you have truly learned.
Day by day, night by night, live as long as you can fight.
Death comes soon enough, waiting upon it will bring nothing but fright.
Fear of living, is not living, that giving away your life.
So tonight humble, and arrogant readers, understand.
Take the message from my callused hands.
Hard work and ambition, they are weapons just like the sword.
Use them wisely, and do not skip a word. |
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