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warriors of the host united
life's masochist screams, no more torture and pain!
melodramatic, yes; but, with real feelings it's me—
it's not all about me...
sending ripples in the pond, we affect one another;
life is a love affair of the mind—
time goes on, and we march
warriors one and all, we evolve in understanding—
pain a great teacher, it holds all spectrums of truth;
flavoring our souls with so many shades of knowledge
sigh happiness in moments between
streets of old, street of gold
I hear ancient drumming—
brothers with honor war each other;
not for power or riches. but for the love of each other—
I remember these men fondly
time passed...
they were later to become known as angels
order from chaos—
something from nothing is creation
pain the teacher—
I submit to this master
I've warred fiercely against it;
then, slowly my vision cleared and I could see
it was the great leveler
bringing my worst enemy to its knees—
when I turned and realized it was my arrogance
I bowed my head and prayed
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