We shared the same flesh.
We shared the same blood.
We were all that the other had.
If one fell then the other picked him back up.
If one was a prisoner then the other would set him free.
We shared one mind and one body.
You were my hero from when I was a child.
You were the one who never left me.
Sadly, you caused me pain like every other.
If I could resurrect the dead, I’d resurrect my brother.
Olympus, home of the gods.
How is it that they can sit back and watch mankind suffer?
Poor Prometheus, the titian who created us from clay.
Now an eagle rips out his liver day by day.
Do the divine even listen to man’s prayers?
Perhaps they only fall on deaf ears?
Perhaps there is nothing on the top of the mountain at all?
Maybe we are all God’s unwanted children.
A plague upon the Earth.
Funny is it that our first gift was fire.
It spreads fast, destroys all, and somehow it still will inspire.
Look at the light come in through the window.
You can’t feel it, but you know its there.
Is our existence real though?
There are so many holes or dead ends that our mind leads us to.
I heard a man say if you can remember it then it happened.
I can’t remember when I was born.
Does that mean that I am not real?
I’m living in an ever-altering state of being.
If my life is just fantasy then where are the dragons and castles?
Where are the wings on my back that will free me from the cold hard ground?
My life just may be someone else’s dream.
A dream that only I can remember.
Harder than diamond and stronger than steel.
So much so is the power of will.
It can move mountains and flatten hills.
It can part seas and dry oceans.
Sometimes it will effect others’ emotions.
It is like any reaction because it still needs a starting force.
That force is called desire or ambition.
To me both words are the same.
In reality, all you have to do is want.
Want something more then you ever wanted before.
Then in your mind will start a war.
Reality and Fantasy will be the two sides.
All you have to do is combine the two divides.
Make reality your fantasy or make fantasy your reality.
Our time is so short, so all we can do is make the best we can.
Before our existence ends and we meet the maker of Man.
Life is predestined and yet you are still free.
Free to make your own decisions, but does mean the outcome will still be the same?
Are we just pawns in a cruel god’s game?
Living up til our usefulness then being discarded as quickly as we came.
Are we even real?
Do we really feel what we feel?
Maybe it is all an illusion caused by pain.
We try to make ourselves happy, so we don’t go insane.
Maybe my life is real or maybe it never was.
Question all that you see and wonder if it is real.
Some things are scary when there a little to ideal.
There I saw a god among men.
He was mightier then the sword and pen.
The truth he spoke materialized into this Earth.
It was more golden then gold and brighter then all of the Suns.
It obliterated all hate and guns.
Then he yelled lightning and thunder with his breath.
Two angels bowed at his feet: one called Life and the other named Death.
All things that ever were appeared in front of him as he began his judgement of every deed ever done.
He absorbed all of the universe and made everything one.
There I saw a god among men.
He was mightier then the sword and pen.
The truth he spoke materialized into this Earth.
It was more golden then gold and brighter then all of the Suns.
It obliterated all hate and guns.
Then he yelled lightning and thunder with his breath.
Two angels bowed at his feet: one called Life and the other named Death.
All things that ever were appeared in front of him as he began his judgement of every deed ever done.
He absorbed all of the universe and made everything one.
I have seen the world and all that it is.
She is still his.
I have lost my ambition and all that I desire.
All of my memories are erased by a fire.
Running away, I can’t escape.
As I watch all my horrors take shape.
I still run, not stopping as I reach the cliff.
My life is a misunderstood glyph.
Every tear shed.
Every time I wished I was dead.
Nothing matters to me anymore.
I’m tired of fighting myself in this endless war.
I am going to let it consume my soul.
I am only a piece of what I was, I am no longer whole.
I have burned all those who cared.
The thing I am becoming has me scared.
I am drowning in a bottomless sea of rage.
All of my evil is unleashed from its cage.
I have no more vision, now it is all black.
So many words said and actions done that I can never take back.
My ribs are organless as hate is pumped in my veins.
The fires aren’t put out even as it rains.
I don’t want anything at all.
I keep backing myself into a wall.
I am trapped with nowhere to run.
If only I could have stopped it before it begun.
I bask one last time in the midnight sun.
The watch dies.
Time no longer flies.
That moment has stopped all things.
This world has no queens or kings.
No authority or nobility in sight.
So many people don’t want to fight.
But for us to have a world without war.
There must be the coming of the horses four.
Each will bring death and destruction on mass scales.
We have nothing to compare them to, not even old wise tales.
The righteous will come back once again.
No one can guess when.
So as you sit and wait for all this to end.
I wait to transcend.
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