"These things happened. They were glorious and they changed the world... and then we fucked up the end game." - Charlie Wilson
And stay up, no matter how hard they hit you,
Or get beaten down, but still keep up the fight,
And in a world of lies, struggle for what's true.
You can unite the artists, saints and prophets,
Form an alliance of the good and the pure,
And prove to all of the cynical Sophists,
That it's possible for us to find a cure.
You can build an idea from rubble and dust,
Take it, and vindicate the world of it's sin,
Rally the forces, do whatever you must,
And perhaps one day your dream will even win.
You can do these things, but it still ends the same,
It will always get fucked up in the endgame.
Poetry by JAMES ROSS
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Written on 2011-06-17 at 22:43
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The Endgame
You can stand in darkness, and shine a light,And stay up, no matter how hard they hit you,
Or get beaten down, but still keep up the fight,
And in a world of lies, struggle for what's true.
You can unite the artists, saints and prophets,
Form an alliance of the good and the pure,
And prove to all of the cynical Sophists,
That it's possible for us to find a cure.
You can build an idea from rubble and dust,
Take it, and vindicate the world of it's sin,
Rally the forces, do whatever you must,
And perhaps one day your dream will even win.
You can do these things, but it still ends the same,
It will always get fucked up in the endgame.
Poetry by JAMES ROSS
Read 709 times
Written on 2011-06-17 at 22:43
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