Okay, so here's another one. Still don't expect anything good, but I'm finding a Ramian fixation on threes. This one and the next one I'm going to post in like 5 minutes will both have a lot of threes in their flow. But this one's about something thats been bothering me. I used to be really cynical during like the middle point of highschool and I was really not cool. Now that I've gotten over it I've noticed how shitty that behavior was. This one also starts with a Fallout quote.
I was once told
War…
War never Changes
I’ve been told the world is broken, and needs fixing
The World is hurt by the people who live on it
That society is evil and suppresses the will of the individual
I’ve heard of the wars raging across the globe
The missiles in Gaza, The Nukes in Iran, The Media in the U.S.A
And all the pain held therein
I’ve heard of the protests of soldiers funerals, the deaths of small children, the ending of eras
And in our mourning there is one thing we lack. Something that should be growing and grasping at us
We lack resolve
We become dark and cynical, the world is broken and it can not be fixed
We see a piece of a shattered masterpiece and we refuse to put it back together
And I will be frank, those are the thoughts of a coward.
The cynic is a coward. The cynic is a man who sees the broken world, but refuses to fix it.
The world is broken, I will not deny, but it is within my resolve to make it a better place.
I try to make the world a better place
All day, everyday
And Ive become pretty happy just with that.
So war, war will change. It will change if you will it to change
And if you have the resolve to make it so.
******** peace.
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Here I will post some storys or just some random writing. I have REALLY bad handwriting so no one can read them so I will post'em here!
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes
This debt we pay to human guile
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties
Why should the world be overwise
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile
But let the world dream otherwise
We wear the mask!
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes
This debt we pay to human guile
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties
Why should the world be overwise
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile
But let the world dream otherwise
We wear the mask!