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With fear itself, the yolk of slavery placed;
bowed backs and broken spirits they willingly
lock the hasp around their own necks.
In silent acquisition they accept the tyrants
promise of protection, giving up life, liberty
and the pursuit of happiness for misery,
suffering and war; the promised safety
never arrives, the dawn remains distant
in the black night of hell.
New threats, new plans, new dangers
always there, the cowards never once
raise their head and say "Enough, I
will fear no more"; the yolk of slavery
firmly in place, the tyrant laughing with
glee while the angles weep tears of
sorrow.
While the new tyrant rises, as from the
ashes of the Phoenix, they raise their
eyes in hope, gazing upon their new
master; soon they realize the truth of
the lies, any hope ground into the dust
of the earth by the reincarnation of
deceit.
True leaders sought, by virtue alone
they rise to positions so envied by
corrupt eyes; false leaders seek positions
in life that they never had the right to
possess, earning their status only
through the cunning manipulation
of weak minds.
The spirit of freedom is nearly dead,
its true meaning all but lost;
Broken dreams and empty promises
soon to be realized within the nightmare
of a reality born of our own ignorance.
As the battle for the human spirit ensues,
a choice must be made as to the reality we
desire; We must come to know what we are.
Ye, though I walk through the valley of death,
I shall fear no evil. I will walk with my head
held high in defiance to those who would
enslave the spirit of humanity; I will gaze at
them with the contempt and dis.gust they
deserve. I will fight them to my last dying
breath and in the end I will have won. I will
have died free, true to my word, true to my
God.
Crimson.
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CrimsonEagle
The war to end all wars can only be fought on the front-lines of the mind.
The greatest deception they have perpetrated is that we need them. Our greatest mistake is that we believe them.
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