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A toast,
To fallen hero's and long gone saints,
parables lost and your voice in mind - faint,
The mythology that resounds with us the most,
reveals more about our fatal flaws than that which was told,
for it is not necessary to carry on this way young man,
move on and let go,
like snow melting in seasons change
I ask of you to do the same
for in this flow we both do know
oh how this story will go
do not detract, stay present or reenact,
face your pain and to remain the same
is a futility i would not wish
this growth remains, in light of those in vain,
evolution and ascend, reach son and
touch my hand
For the faintest of moments I meet with an angel
tears fall onto keys and locked doors remain
there is no silver lining,
there is no left time in this right state,
in this fleeting moment faded from mind
a timid boy lost, finds himself
in the shadows of a world,
hell bent on destroying all he loves.
Two magpies, one red kite and blue tit fly
soaring ever, ever so high
together, propelling off of one another
closer and closer to the sun they see
their father in you or me
I'm trying, I'm climbing,
I'm crying, I'm dying..
I leave this trace,
in an attempt to detract a falling soul,
find pleasure in this moment
maybe even your toll,
face yourself and you will see
no mere difference between you or me,
for in this fragile humanity,
I only want the best for thee
unlike that which has been ascribed for me
- Genre
- Religion & Spirituality