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'''Wind and Fire'''
'''Wind and Fire'''


In my mind, it's late, dark night
In my mind, it's late, dark night  
moon through window, steadily rising
musing thoughts, flickering light
dim shadows, cold, chastising.


Log fire, warm, yet eerie
moon through window, steadily rising 
as I wrestle with that query
 
the one that haunts my waking dream
musing thoughts, flickering light
undermines, our self esteem.
 
dim shadows, cold, chastising. 
 
Log fire, warm, yet eerie  
 
as I wrestle with that query  
 
the one that haunts my waking dream  
 
undermines, our self esteem.


What happened, to that one before
What happened, to that one before
caught in battle, alive in war
caught in battle, alive in war
that man who fought, and really cared
that man who fought, and really cared
the one who chanced it all, and dared?
the one who chanced it all, and dared?


He isn't dead, just somehow strapped
He isn't dead, just somehow strapped
weirdly, weirdly, handicapped
weirdly, weirdly, handicapped
he cannot bring his guns to bear
he cannot bring his guns to bear
but you cannot ''sneer'', that he doesn't ''care''.
but you cannot ''sneer'', that he doesn't ''care''.


Well he sees, his ancestral lands
Well he sees, his ancestral lands
violated, marauding bands
violated, marauding bands
sneering, mocking, alien rage
sneering, mocking, alien rage
trying to ''burn'', erase our page.
trying to ''burn'', erase our page.


But we are written in this book
But we are written in this book
not in passing gobbledygook
not in passing gobbledygook
we are inscribed with a flourishing pen
we are inscribed with a flourishing pen
we stand tall, among all men.
we stand tall, among all men.


I am nothing, just an old door's creak
I am nothing, just an old door's creak
 
but the words, the heart, the will, I speak
but the words, the heart, the will, I speak
 
have been handed down, through wind and fire
have been handed down, through wind and fire
and ''mettle'', we must reacquire.
 
and ''mettle'', we must reacquire.    
 
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F.M.
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Revision as of 23:50, 27 December 2022

Wind and fire

Quote: Too many just want to grill, just want to game, just want to shop, keep the head down, don't make eye contact, just muddle through and hope they don't get spotted. Too many joined militias just to play dress up, drink beer, and shoot guns at the range, too many are terrified of PatCon and getting busted by glowies. There will be no 2A revolution, no governmental reset, no guillotines, and all those guns are wasted in the hands of big-talking sheep. America died not with a bang, or a whimper, but by being bled to death by its own comfortable consumerism.

Dagnar Odinsson


Wind and Fire

In my mind, it's late, dark night

moon through window, steadily rising

musing thoughts, flickering light

dim shadows, cold, chastising.

Log fire, warm, yet eerie

as I wrestle with that query

the one that haunts my waking dream

undermines, our self esteem.

What happened, to that one before

caught in battle, alive in war

that man who fought, and really cared

the one who chanced it all, and dared?


He isn't dead, just somehow strapped

weirdly, weirdly, handicapped

he cannot bring his guns to bear

but you cannot sneer, that he doesn't care.


Well he sees, his ancestral lands

violated, marauding bands

sneering, mocking, alien rage

trying to burn, erase our page.


But we are written in this book

not in passing gobbledygook

we are inscribed with a flourishing pen

we stand tall, among all men.


I am nothing, just an old door's creak

but the words, the heart, the will, I speak

have been handed down, through wind and fire

and mettle, we must reacquire.

F.M.

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