A History Written in Blood by GrubbsWriting, literature
Literature
A History Written in Blood
A History
Written in Blood
Is only so often Glorious
Only so often achieved with Honor
And seldom Justified
Ours is of all 3
We stood United
To overcome oppression
To overcome Tyranny
Yet We stand today, on rotting soil
Surrounded by a withering Foundation
All at the hands of Arrogance
A matter so free at hand
that even the Best may seek it
In order to Destroy it
So Blind on an Unrighteous Path
Our purpose is long lost, back in the dust
You prayed for Change
Now it preys on our Beloved home
Eating away at it's already decaying structure
The words "be careful what you wish for"
Come to mind, everytime my eyes lay upon
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Valhalla isn't in the air, it's right here on the ground
Every day we go to battle, either you win or it's the world
Either you fall to rest a victor or else you retire to the same hall
We share the mead of consciousness in our collective slumber
Before we go to battle again the next day
Remembering shadows of our conversations the night before.
It's the everlasting campaign mode
And we unlocked the hardest setting
It's a competitive genre
But the ones with alliances are winning.
Our enemies are LARPers
And yet so are we.
Whether we're romancing the wind
or pursuing a crafting skill tree.
Some break magic bread
Others play House with Family
The Full Moon | Jan. 27 thru 29 | 'Cancerous Lion' by ThePoeticPaladin, literature
Literature
The Full Moon | Jan. 27 thru 29 | 'Cancerous Lion'
♋Connecting disparate lines, I synthesize as I speak Jive Never been a gambling man, 'cept for acts of faith I am who I say I am, if they don't believe they will be made to in time. The lord made me slow of speech, then gave me a tongue made of pen. Obedience and obsequience make for a glorious slave A master in disguise, Prince Charming as a knave Forgotten Mysteries are kept in my mind safe And lost battles replay as I call upon lines I gave An actor, an actor, I became the mask I made So when I'm asked: Who or what am I, what am I to say? —————— ♌A history, a history, who am I today? Forgotten words replay infinitely as I recall the spells that I must say. Indoctrination, Indoctrination, Repeat these lines to yourself: "You are the messages you hear, so what you're hearing is yourself— What I wrote, what I meant, these are the secrets that I keep But the transmission remains intact, you sense the light that you seek A mirror, a reflection, you are God staring Hisself in the Eye So