The Fight Begins...
As I gear myself up to wage this timeless war, I take inventory of what it truly means to make change. To fight back. To resist. To clean this earth of injustice and redeem it from damnation. For you, for all of these goals, I fight to my dying breath. Not for my own glory, nor for my own ego, life, or love, but for the dream, however vain, that my actions could lighten the burden of but a single soul.
Sano
If I could, like a sponge
Suck up everyone’s pain, I would—
Just to save one bitter face
And bless it with some sense of good.
As I stand where prophets stood,
Where giants claimed to shake the earth
I vow not to waste my precious breath,
I vow to make changes we deserve.
Because if I could, like a sponge
Clean this rotten place in a day, I would—
But this is easy to say,
Steep is the chase for the claim of sainthood.
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