Of Reality – Palingenisis

What emerges from this seed?

No one's to know

The endless possibilities

Continue to grow

I fight my way through soil and stone

Born to this world

Am I to face it all alone?

In solitude?

Crawling through the furrows deep

I sense the storm waiting for me at the peak

Marching to the drums of

War won't suffice

Will not satisfy

Value your life?

Turn back now while there's time

Change your mind

Find a resolve of peaceful kind

We won't fight only to survive

My back

Your knife

That's the price you have laid upon your lives

I know

It's too late

Can't redeem

My respect

You don't know what it costs

All this work will be lost

You deserve all you get