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05-17-2011, 04:52 PM
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A Tribute.
As guns to soldiers,
As steel to the blacksmith, As notes to a musician... These are the weapons, These are the materials. These are the basis, For our world. Our only expression of self-sense, The communication of beauty... Personification of deepest stature, Lurking hazily behind eyes. Valueless tokens. Totems. That can often be as priceless A hidden saviour, last hope... As they can be destructive. They make many think, They make some change, They make regimes crumble, They make you morph, mould, meter... You laugh with them, You grieve with them, You swear, scold and scare with them, But you never fully respect them. But it is not just, The simple symbol that does so. As much as those who should utilise, Who should construct them. And as both turgid shanties, Or glittering towers, Both would stand under same sunset, Now this framework is laid bare. Words.
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"When the time comes, just walk away and don't make any fuss." Last edited by Fkeu'itan; 05-17-2011 at 05:10 PM. 
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05-17-2011, 07:40 PM
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Words, of course. So much power, people underestimate them...
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05-17-2011, 11:53 PM
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May we someday live in a world where all strive for this.
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Lu fìtxan ftue fwa nitrama tute lu, slä lu fìtxan ngäzìk fwa ftuea tute lu. It is so simple to be happy, but so difficult to be simple. ~ Guruji
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