The lights revealed the size of the arena we chose to meddle. Our eyes revealed the caliber of the characters we resolved to mock. Our hands held the tools that we had crudely shaped from dirt, our feet revealed the shoes that had been cruelly shaped by work. In our gaze we saw defeat masqueraded as "the opposition". Our hearts harbored hope in a resolve of resignation. before us stood the conductor, and he readied us to play. We knew the time was then, so we scared the fear away.
We played our instruments at the urging of the conductor, producing discordant tunes of clanging and cracking. We rallied round the symbol, danced to the tuneless cymbal, stared in share defiance and charged to the highest note. The conductor reinforced our confidence as he boldly lead from the front. What manner of man will stand for the rogue orchestra that plays a soulful earsoar. Life was what we gave and life was what we got.
We laughed through that questionable and most trying moment. We created an ugly masterpiece, and that picture changed us. We saw the audience scream, close their ears and duck for cover. We were instigated by hate, but justified by love. We stood in columns and rows, and fell in rows and columns. We played like a single orchestra, and countered the orchestra's single. As the nuisance of our noise was silenced by "real" music, we hoped that our stand will soon surpass its sin. We smiled and basked in the triumph of our defeat. We lived to sin no less, and slept to sin no more.
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"where i'm from, there weren't alot of trees, where there were, we cut them and used them on our enemies". we try our best to make our effort worth the while.
in the end, tis nothing but ...
This was a nice article to read, thank you for sharing it..
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