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The Canon-Finale
Contributed by
scott
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Wednesday, 18th February 2004 @ 07:44:05 PM in AEST
Topic:
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I am the gatekeeper
I am he who dares to withhold knowledge
From man
Knowledge of peace
Knowledge of understanding
Knowledge of purpose
Knowledge of nature
The knowledge that they really
Know no more than the most minute creature
And are distinguished only by the fact
That they are able to use it
But I look in sorrow upon
The manner in which it is applied
When the armies of men
Are at each others throats
Ripping and clawing
All in vain
Striving to gain things
That they will only lose
When they die
For nothing is constant
Nothing is permanent
Everything is transient
Nothing remains
But for the folly of man
Which blankets the earth like morning fog
And further clouds his judgment.
And their dead line up at the gates of heaven
Victims of the sins of their superiors
Of their own ambition
Of their own nature
An endless line
Stretching on towards oblivion
While the sun sets
Everything is the same in its eyes
As the smallest pebble is awash in the
Currents of the ocean, surrounded by water
So is the earth awash in the abyss of space
Surrounded by light
That somehow fails to reach the hearts of men
To disperse the corruption
And the hatred
And the malice
And the cruelty
And somehow its fire
Intense beyond all imagination
Fails to cleanse the earth upon which it falls
Of all things unfit to be
And yet it seems to be satisfied
For each night
It ends its vigil
And descends from its celestial post
And leaves some part of the earth
Cold and dark
While the moon, its indentured servant
Ordered forever to reflect
The light of her master
A soft glow upon the children of the world
As they sleep
As their fathers shoulder their rifle
And move through the night
As ghosts upon some eerie vision
To enact each others death
As cattle to the slaughter
They are silent
Their instruments
Ring out dirges
The drummer boys
Play their own funeral march
The artillerymen dig their own graves
With shell after shell
The chaplain gives last rights to
Man after man
While his own soul dies
With hatred not love
Men lust for riches, not love
Their hearts are broken by steel
Not by romances
And they die of lead, not of old age
Fields of battle burn
The seamless ranks
Crucify themselves on the blades of the other
As my tears fall down like rain
And I wonder why I rested on the seventh day
For I am God and I fear
That I have failed.
Copyright ©
scott
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2004-02-18 19:44:05]
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Re: The Canon-Finale
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by TheSchroedmeister on
Saturday, 6th March 2004 @ 07:46:59 PM AEST
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