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The only thing promised in life is death; but, I was created to do something great.
Remarkable as I am, I forget not that which gave me the opportunity of purpose.
That being said ….FORGIVE me if I choose to SURVIVE!
Nevermore am I apart of your version of anything
Nevermore am I apart of your description or depiction of anything
For how can you provide a vision of that which you have never seen
Invisible to you because you chose not to see me on purpose
On purpose I distinguish the riches from the worthless
Make no mind make no path
Take no time create more wrath
Nevermore will I understand your overbearing
Because I now stand leaning to my own Innerstanding
Make no mistake make no never mind your conscious blindness
Shall be your demise
For what is it to be a hero?
The stuff of legends and lore.
Woe!, a most sublime native who's life pales compared to Fame's whore.
A path trod; stumbled upon, of curses made and questions thrown at the sky.
O' heap of ashes; kindled days past gone, Footprints engraved on the backs of our cry.
More of a commitment than a inspiration,
More of the vein than the steady beat;
More of a desire and a declaration, a promise
of tomorrow through pain, victory, and defeat.
We are as silent as patience and more persistent than time.
We are as powerful as Love, our actions bordering on divine.
We are the past that shapes the present,
We are the present that tailors the Future.
We are as precious as a memory fading.
We are the many that represents the few of us.
We raise our glass to a a fate less desired and have faith in our direction less turned.
To gamble Life once or twice, we reap the spoils of past lessons learned.
We are a most ancient wisdom, there is no chorus to our song.
We're verse after verse of tribulations, we are the trails of the Sun.
A most burdensome responsibility, though it be one we shan't turn down.
For we are all men; in our own natures , frail and capable.
We cast our souls knowing we are Heaven bound.
