Patient Naysayers,
Lets end the argument. Lets agree that there is nothing to believe.
Time is short, well
this night is. All I wish I will do, so I cut this short I’m going to spend the rest in a dance.
-DBL
* * * * *
The Wasi’chu, the
Pariah
This
keeps falling out my box
Just
as you opened up all those sealed tombs
Few
to take the blame
Fewer
to explain
As
I empty my box of the things that don’t belong
I
try to reorganize all the things you took from the encoded songs
My
vision is only a weak connection with the past
The
same one you took so you can last
As
I get closer to razing the WhiteBox
Your
growth surpasses the one I try to resolve
You
and I see the desperate fight
Of
the two sides that give the Force to a body upright
You
and I see the change
The
question is not what to believe or not
Let
the adults fight
Forgetting
that in truth it ends
In
questioning it begins
For
you its about the respect and awe that kept us in flight
A
choice is yours to spread your wings of copper
It’s
my choice to make mine in something I
find more proper
As
you approach a single moment undefined
It
looks like I turn away left alone a path unrefined
Mine
is the voice that you tried to forget
A
nail looking for the force that could get it set
We
know lots has been answered
Past
the stage of assessment we are engaged in application
You
want war you want a destruction of what came before
Turned
away I keep it in
I
am myself I dance in myself
Nothings
true at this state
Until
the end I keep it straight
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