I am the unnamed solider.
I am the Iraqi child.
I am the fallen angel.
I am the mother that cries.
The dreams of a chosen few
The tears of the forgotten crowd
The birth of a country new
The peace rallies all around
I am that which you hope for.
I am that which you fear.
I am that which you loathe,
And hide from me all you hold dear.
For I am the mother of freedom.
And I am the father of pain.
I am the brother of suffering
And the blood that runs from your vein.
Few who know me, love me.
And even less return
To dance my waltz and tango
To feel my passion burn.
I am inevitability.
I am a possible end.
So ignore your culpability
And blame it on me…
My friend.















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\"Our echoes roll from soul to soul, forever and forever...\"
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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There will be no flowers no not this time, there will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words i find.
AFI~This Time Imperfect~
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I came here to kick ass and chew bubblegum...and I'm all out of bubblegum........
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"All are delusional, but he who can analyze his delusions is called a philosopher."
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I am a Werewolf! Allow me to bite you! Please?
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Tayen
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