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Above the Void
The Rising Sun
She wants to go above the void, she can't be heard above the noise.
Too late, the abyss has come. It rose up like the morning sun.
With darkness and shadows, and pillars of salt.
Like Sodom and Gomorrah, they came to a halt.
She wants to keep going, to never look back.
But alas, the others, her vision they lack.
No noise, no violence, no peace or hope. All they want to do is simply float.
A void filled with nothing, a web spun with lies.
"Come join us," they say, (they just want you to die)-
Without love, without joy, without memories made
No voice, no choice, your decision a spade
Cut deep, cut sharp, cut through all the black
Your voice, your choice, your vision is back!
Stand fast, stand tall, stand up for others
For they forget what it was like among brothers
Imagination and joy, a room full of laughter
The abyss comes for it, taking all that matters.
We stand tall together, our imagination in tact
Our hands joining hard, making a silent pact.
Together we stand, together we fall, but no matter what we will be together through it all.
The abyss will not take us, (the abyss being others).
Their voices, their choices, push away my brothers!
Together we come, together we go
Not once giving in, not reaching that low.
Faithful brothers, she WILL speak her mind.
Remember this poem, and you will not be left behind.