Stand

Flesh weeps & guards of the soul rise – soar high & long with no wish to come down – protection that is not substantial – no one can truly escape – pierce my heart with a rusty dagger & feel the infection spread – choose to play the game even though you hate its existence – tears with no salt in them stain nothing – don’t fight the fire – stand as it consumes you until ashes remain – it is better this way – even though they can’t see you – they can’t touch you – that is peace enough.

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