the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak, tranquility is all i seek. Some say peace is obsolete,live on your knees, die on your feet. Some say its better to retreat, wait for the cycle to complete. Some just say it will repeat. Some just live to see defeat. Im so glad that Im not one of them, for i shall never quite succumb to being numb. So long as i can draw a breath of air into my lungs, I understand the battles fought and i have won. I have no fear of what theyll do to me. My mind is constantly at liberty. How can one be free when all the world is a cage? What is the cost to us, and what shall be the wage? In the grand scheme of things most see as an exchange, liberty for security the latter seeming strange. Bells are ringing, an alarm sounds in my brain. Notions of security, a tokens made for slaves. Shovels are gifts for them who would dig their own damned graves. Lifetimes dwindle as sand passes through the chamber. All the while living as if it were waking slumber. …...more
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