02-25-2013, 08:26 PM
Backwash slays the army of small pebbles on the shore;
swamped by the foreign foam from distant land.
I watch stone soldiers run, God-left in this war;
then faithlessly they fall, and turn to sand.
Once the burning Buddhists lit the conscience of our age;
the sea that moats around us quenched that flame.
I feel that I’m no cleaner, though I memorised the page,
that turns and turns and turns… but reads the same.
Fire, come cremate us! Water drown us all!
For we, kings of our destiny, want war!
Again, again, again we rise. Again, again we fall;
to share the dust with others…who have walked this road before.
Tectak ( Ooooo shit! I've gone all serious)
2013
swamped by the foreign foam from distant land.
I watch stone soldiers run, God-left in this war;
then faithlessly they fall, and turn to sand.
Once the burning Buddhists lit the conscience of our age;
the sea that moats around us quenched that flame.
I feel that I’m no cleaner, though I memorised the page,
that turns and turns and turns… but reads the same.
Fire, come cremate us! Water drown us all!
For we, kings of our destiny, want war!
Again, again, again we rise. Again, again we fall;
to share the dust with others…who have walked this road before.
Tectak ( Ooooo shit! I've gone all serious)
2013