Redemption

"The great questions of the day will not be settled by means of speeches and majority decisions but by iron and blood."

Tears fall from the heavens, cleansing the Earth, Terra, our world. In so doing the motions of the world spin and the great clockwork of ancient thoughts and ideas once again turn their old pulls and levers to adjust the rights and wrongs of the world.

To look upon an open window and see the world through the eyes of a hero, they too look back and see innocence blinded by dreams of glory and of meaning. They of innocence, with open eyes miss what they long for, so close and yet so far.

To hear the thundering Earth, to hear the cracking of the ground, the heroism of humanity and its fellow people raise their flag in freedom and progress. To what extent do such dreams put on the lives and souls of the people that carry out the tasks of the gods?
The people only suffer from those with whom they place in control, the masses follow the ideas of a common goal and seek to follow in the footsteps of societies heroes, to place their mark on society, to have made a difference and an impact.
Their dreams looked upon with a harsh tone and remark, the pain that is endured is one that would be liken to have never of taken place.

To know complete freedom in all, Impossible. Conflict shall forever remain as light will.

Though my dreams are to endeavor and make something of myself, to be remembered by at least someone in someway. The greatest fear, the shadow I cast, is to be completely forgotten, why does such an idea plague the mind.
To see such feats performed by others only further carries that ambition to pursue, but to what cause.

"So long as there is light... there will always be a shadow"

Rest Easy,