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As I sit here on this rock,
sharping my blade of death.
I wonder...
Why do I fight...
I watch my comrades die all around me.
Why do I kill...
These men that I don’t even know.
Why don’t I just throw my sword away.
Why do I still go on with this battle,
that never ends.
Day after day men fight and die.
For what religion, money, land.
What is the point, to it.
Who is to say,
what religion is right or wrong.
What land is better then the other.
What’s the use of money,
you can’t take it with you when you die.
So then why do I fight,
I fight for another reason.
I fight for freedom,
I fight for those who can’t defend themselfs.
I fight for the children, the elderly, the weak,
the crippled...
I fight those who would take away their freedoms.
That is why I still hold my blade, it is a blade of death,
but it is more, it is also a blade of justice and freedom.
I will continue on, for I must if I fail,
freedom would mean nothing.
My life would mean nothing.
I must be the warrior, for if not me then who.
Who will stand beside me to fight the injustices of the world.
Who...
Who will lay down their lives for those who can’t.
Now I must go for the call to battle has sounded again.
As I walk, I walk a little taller and prouder.
For some of you have answered my call.
You will fight beside me and die beside me.
But you will be honored,
as those who will protect those that can’t.
I salute you my new comrades.
You have given me new hope for the future.
Now lets go.
Sir Urick Vöse soldier of goodness.
sharping my blade of death.
I wonder...
Why do I fight...
I watch my comrades die all around me.
Why do I kill...
These men that I don’t even know.
Why don’t I just throw my sword away.
Why do I still go on with this battle,
that never ends.
Day after day men fight and die.
For what religion, money, land.
What is the point, to it.
Who is to say,
what religion is right or wrong.
What land is better then the other.
What’s the use of money,
you can’t take it with you when you die.
So then why do I fight,
I fight for another reason.
I fight for freedom,
I fight for those who can’t defend themselfs.
I fight for the children, the elderly, the weak,
the crippled...
I fight those who would take away their freedoms.
That is why I still hold my blade, it is a blade of death,
but it is more, it is also a blade of justice and freedom.
I will continue on, for I must if I fail,
freedom would mean nothing.
My life would mean nothing.
I must be the warrior, for if not me then who.
Who will stand beside me to fight the injustices of the world.
Who...
Who will lay down their lives for those who can’t.
Now I must go for the call to battle has sounded again.
As I walk, I walk a little taller and prouder.
For some of you have answered my call.
You will fight beside me and die beside me.
But you will be honored,
as those who will protect those that can’t.
I salute you my new comrades.
You have given me new hope for the future.
Now lets go.
Sir Urick Vöse soldier of goodness.
Literature
Spartan
from the moment you wake,
there is no retreat,
your body could burn,
but you will never break.
your round shield,
your piercing spear,
backed by your uniform agression,
driving you on,
Following the path,
you were born to tread,
you are death incarnate,
you are of,
the spartan race.
Literature
Honor
Honor
In the soul?
Where is it?
Where does honor reside?
A man can touch the stars
But his soul is a mystery?
Why?
Maybe because its society
But I say bullshit.
Honor is a right
Valor a dream
Respect a way a life.
A samurai's way
Is the sword
To live or die.
Honor a code
Honor is life
Dishonor is death
Is it a cult?
Are these men so little?
Or so much more.
Honor is respect
Respect for
Others
Self
Life
But this respect is aimed at one's self
Where you gain honor by doing
By helping and standing up for your beliefs
Now
I dare you to live…
Can't you see?
What is wrong with people are people
No respect
No honor
Literature
Warrior Angel
I'm a warrior Angel,
A fighter to the core.
In my hands a holy blade,
My blood sings out for more.
I fight for the side of justice,
For what's noble, and what's right.
And my hands are healing,
and warm the darkest night.
I am a warrior Angel,
I'm loyal through and through.
My heart is warm and loving,
and I do it all for you.
I'll Guard you in the long, cold night,
And keep you safe till morn.
Until I fly on wings of light,
For a new day is born.
I am a warrior Angel,
And yet I walk the shadow
I will let no one see
The wounds are there, but shallow.
I am a wingless angel
I lost them long ago
Because I chose to save a s
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I don't know what is happening to me, I am not a poet. but some how, I am coming up with this stuff. I was just minding my own business, when bam I had an idea about a warrior, next thing I know, I get this long poem. This is getting really weird, maybe it has something to do with a book me and my brother are writing. Its like I have opened a door within myself that is a pool of knowledge, that has been sitting there for the right moment to be let out. Oh well, life continues as it should be.
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I still love this after all of these years. Well done.