The Passing of an Age
In each age there lies a purpose
Fort hose who love the earth,
An overwhelming force to fight
To save the future's worth.
We live now in the darkest hour
And we are called to meet an end
When many things shall pass away
That man can never mend.
But who am I to join this cause?
The spawn of society's ways,
Who puts her faith in hollow fools
That her true heart knows are fake.
But as I writhe in selfish pain,
And drown myself in tears,
The vision burned upon my soul
Will not abide my shameful fears.
So in the light of sunrise last,
I shed my shadow cloak
And disregard my demon's voice
As if he never spoke.
Should eternal darkness fall on earth,
Defeating valor, pride and fame,
I shall stand my ground and shine with light
And fight despite my shame.
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