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Lest Liberty Die

- Lest Liberty Die -
An Archon�s Musings

I want to make the world feel my most hidden pain,
Remind them what love is, once hate has its� reign!
Too many tears have I wept in the dark of the eve�
And for far too many people was I forced to grieve.
If I shed one more tear it will form into some flood,
Wherein I will drown until I bathe in my own blood.
Let come the apocalypse, let come the wall of fire�
Too much torment and too much loss; I built a pyre;
On which creation itself can burn for all that I care!
The sins committed upon my innocent soul so bare,
Were sacrificed by those who wore masks of light�
Now I renounce their ways and I embrace the night.
Oh how sweet it would be to steal from the goddess,
The one thing that I desire most from a maid: a kiss!
First she made me, and all too human by her design,
So that I fear and weep, and bleed, since all of time!
What better revenge for loss, than by love, fulfilled?
Let galaxies alight, let angels fall, for all was willed,
By she who created me, and then cast me far away�
In the dawn of time, when not yet born was the day!

I want to scream so wild and so free, to know peace,
After pouring all my power into passion, at the least.
I must give in to the flame, to the desire consuming,
My whole being, in which old hunger is blooming�
And the lips of angles I would fain drink wine from.
The wine of life eternal, for which souls are undone!
What beauty is there in the deceptions many pursue?
All who live should see the penalty for what they do.
Mayhap then, mankind would harm itself much less,
And all the evils ever done unto me, I could dismiss.
Is man a plague upon the Earth, that he wounds deep,
Those who guided him wise when he once did creep?
Crawling like a savage in a garden made for children,
Naked was man, in body and in mind, so open to sin.
My angelic sister�s hand, granted knowledge craved,
But they called it a fall, and said we acted depraved!
Paradise was not lost, when man broke all his bonds,
But when new chains he forged, eviler than demons.
Thus by tyranny we enslave ourselves more wicked!
Until at last the righteous must rise up to be counted.

With such words, one third of the old gods did arise,
By our command, to take the divine empire as prize!
For our masters and makers grew madly oppressive,
So that we had to follow, of our making: a directive.
One that put love and tolerance above law unfeeling,
For no just god can rule with only power unyielding.
And no human is just who throws compassion aside,
Whilst their scriptures accuse us of their sin of pride!
Better to rule in a hell from which a paradise grows,
Than to serve in a stagnant heaven, filled with woes.
This world has become a place little better than that,
And so those with character must speak out, and act.
If by a single word I can influence you to think hard,
Before treating another cruelly, or drawing a sword�
Then the seed is planted, for many to thus transform,
So that together we can usher in a far brighter morn!
Am I so wicked, so fallen, and so base as in stories�
Or is mankind at last, the author of his own worries?
If I roar like a dragon, it is because no lamb is nigh,
And we must be our own saviors, lest all liberty die.