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Tattered and torn A flag lies in the mud Its standard broken Surrounded by splintered spears, shattered swords & crushed shields Belonging to the vanguished defiant A wounded man returns His armor battered His body busted Covered in dirt and blood Carefully he picks up the flag Clearing off the mud Reinforcing the shattered pole A broken army rallies Behind the battered standard of the defiant Courage renewed

Curious and scared Prying and poking Starting to realize It brings reprieve Beaten into submission Will and strength return Mending inside Crawling back up Ressurected and refined The spark relit Salvation is mine Indebted for eternity Delivered from hell Salvation is mine You are

Thank the hag She cured your cough Burn the witch She cursed your child Thank the nerd He solved your task Bully the creep He asked you out Thank the poet She moved your heart Ignore the fool She speaks of phantoms Be yourself Just like the others Be different Exactly the same Improve yourself No better than the others All but the mediocre fail anyway

Staring in disbelief At statements impossible Confused, terrified at the small glimmer of hope Pushing it away, drawing it close Feeding the small spark, stamping it out Closing doors shut, prying open a crack Fearing the expected fall It can not be more than hubris Yet drawn to climb ever higher

Alien languages unknown Arcane scribblings on a piece of paper Clearly structured Unclear structure Trying to order the chaos Of missing and double pieces Contradicting sentences and illogical statements Expressing through broken sentences Lacking the vocabulary Ruining the grammar Until understood

Sat in Darkness Everything gray Until the sun rises Reached by rays of light Ancient wings unfold Trying to get higher While tired bones complain Desperate to reach that warmth Before the inevitable fall Back to that gray realm

Stuck in his room Sitting there alone Staring outside Noone of interest Of interest to noone A tap on the window, barely audible He barely notices A tap on the window, barely audible He glances up A tap on the window, barely audible Dancing in the corner a shadow A tap on the window, barely audible Ever so slightly he opens the window Just enough to glance outside Just enough to get a better look Uncertain, with his hand on the lock Ready to slam it shut again

Stuck in his room Sitting there alone Staring out into the world Observing others Some stay far Some come close Looking back at him through the window Most forget him after long Some stop and stare for a bit A few tap on the glass None dare to enter the room All leave eventually Grown bored of what few tricks he can do And he is left Stuck in his room Sitting there alone Staring out into the world

Eat, work, sleep Endless on repeat. Eat, work, sleep Day in day out Eat, work, sleep The rhythm never changing Eat, work, sleep The same sound on end Eat, work, sleep No disharmony allowed Eat, work, sleep Secretly waiting For the rhythm to be broken

Nothing to see In the gray sea No stars in the sky In the gray sea No fish below In the gray sea No islands on the horizon In the gray sea Just me In the gray sea Floating around In the gray sea Waiting a ship to pass by In the gray sea Or a fish to jump out waves In the gray sea Finally breaking the ever silent waters In the gray sea