Child of two worlds Born of above and below What made you think you could live Below as at above? Tectonics shift Realms diverge Will you choose? Or will you crack? How much time do you have? You need to choose now How much time? How much time? No more time
Two war-hardened generals stare each other down across an expanse of sand. The war seems to have gone on forever, and in the middle of a ceasefire, both perennial enemies have turned to peace talks. If they succeed, maybe this unnecessary destruction will stop. But should they fail, the world will be bathed in flames. “Stephen, you sly fox”, one calls out. “So, you finally seek for peace. I thought you would never grow tired of throwing unwashed bodies at my fortified trenches” “Ken, you son of a gun!” the other shouts as they walk towards each other. “It is understandable that you’ve grown weary of drinking your own piss and cowering in damp tunnels. Tell me, how does the fresh air taste like?” At this point, both grizzled veterans stand, only a few centimeters apart, measuring each other up. “I’ll cut to the chase, Steve”, Ken spits out the name like an insult, staring down at the shorter general. “Hand over your border te...
Father Those dreams of yours Are dreams no more For I, your son, have made them real Look and tell me, are you now Proud of me? Father Those mountains where you failed Your son has dug through Immovable hardness overcome By unstoppable zeal Surely this will make you Proud of me Father Those battles that you lost They became my cause My one thought as I stood upon The mounds of your enemies' bodies Was of how you'd be so Proud of me Father You see how I've become The you you couldn't be But it's never enough So, tell me what to do How could I ever make you Proud of me?
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