Oh memory of distant land and time
Leave thine soul of wretched youth
For torn am I of heart and mind
Oh brother and kin I have forsaken thee.
I give thee brother thy hands and flesh
For these shall never touch your memories
Nor what your mind may not know
This I gaged for brother.
Did attempt to slay my heart with unimproved mettle
Thy mind quests to conquer that of love
With an auspicious and dropping eye
And with condolment I search for battle won or lost.
O' my offence is rank, it smells to heaven
It hath the primal eldest curse upon't
Yet thy heart does not feel remorse
And thy brain condems it for it.
A brothers love is a brothers love
Yet conquered by memories not yet created?
O' shame for this I as soldier fight
Enemys invisible to eye.
With blood and tear the war shall rage
My stern effects, then what I have to do
Will want true color, tears perchance for blood
Only then shall I truely be victorious.
11:20 p.m. - 2002-12-12
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