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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 | ||
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. | |||
[[:Category:Francis "Moggy" Meyrick|F.M.]] | |||
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[[Category:Opinion]] | [[Category:Opinion]] | ||
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.
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