Revenge and Justice

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Honor is a rare gift unmade by feeling and hand
For human beings are as plentiful as grains in the sand.
In a second, we drop to our knees and begin to fall.
Pouring out our hearts and burying it all.

So I threw forth my arms with a single shed tear exclaiming "Not I!"
I can strengthen my heart and find an answer to the question "Why."
The process is simple with a tormented heart.
To grasp the bindings in a world fallen apart.

We contort our hands to slip through shackles of obsessive misery.
To take hold of the weapon and use it as our personal artillery.
But if we love ourselves we wouldn't need revenge.
For on this newest day we've no one to avenge.

So we dismantle their cannons and their guns.
For we do not need to punish anymore sons.
But always remember a most important lesson if nothing else will expand:
He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.

Peaks of Light

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On the horizon past bridges crumbled.

Do we as people made life fumbled.

We press forth on the Peaks of Light.

A sacred cliff from which Zeus took flight.

So here I stand atop this steeple.

To pass pause unto less fortunate people.

It is in this aegis of light that I am enveloped.

To repel spells of blight the darkness hath developed.

It is in the core of these hills that I trust.

To do what is true and what is just.

At the end of the day peace is all that is real.

With our own collective brand imprinted on the seal.

So let this lesson be the coal you spread apart.

To temper the white hot iron that is your heart.

And on the final day I promise you will take flight.

For wings will carry you too up to the Peaks of Light.