veiva
06-01-2007, 02:28 PM
Through the Sea
We are a people of nothing, staying nowhere
simply nomads, looking for a home,
loathed by many, where shall we live? Elsewhere?
Where shall we live? We just roam.
Nothing more. Upon the sea.
The sea, how beautiful she is, how beautiful, how helpful,
she is the only one who listens, the only one who guides,
yet the people of the earth, how they are far from beautiful,
they only wish to harm us, they stick to their sides.
Yet, does our plains, our roaming home, do that? Not the sea.
We move from place to place,
ever so lost, ever so hunted, ever so detested,
by the men above, by the men who fail to embrace,
why must they detest us? We are always tested,
tested to the full of our abilities, by the sea.
Do we need man to do so, too?
Do we need humans to test us?
Why must they be such a flu,
such a vile disease, plighting us with such success?
The sea does not, for it is our home, the sea is.
We are the people of the sea,
nomads for life, nomads for forever,
straying never to land, we are forced to flee,
if ever we come too close, if ever we stray towards them, however,
do they not know? We have the power of the sea.
We could crush them, we could destroy them,
We live in the land of the sea, and we call to it,
for it is the only place that enjoys us, it does not condemn,
it does not condemn us to an eternity of misery, as the humans have! We shall never submit,
for we are the creatures of the sea.
We shall live ever so ever so gaily, even if they detest us,
we shall live in a world of peace, even if they harm us,
we shall do no harm to them, and thus,
they will be punished by the sea, they will cry out in distress,
for we are the people guarded by the sea.
Their punishment will not be for us to decide,
their doom shall not be ours to create,
it will be their own doing, for they were evil, and to us they denied,
they denied us our freedom, yet we were never irate,
we were simply doing as the sea told us, as she wanted, the brilliant sea.
We traveled day and night, trying to make peace,
yet our attempts were that of a folly, failing ever so,
yet, their ways of war never seemed to cease,
they were always at constant war, what woe,
yet, we never were, for that is the way of the sea.
One fateful day came, and they poisoned the waters, poisoned our life,
trying to kill us all. They both failed and succeeded,
for most of us did die! What strife!
Insane they were, for what they most needed,
was the waters of the sea.
Their judgment came, their end came,
their own punishment came from their own actions,
the plants could not clean the waters, and so they became lame,
and so the people starved, now dived amongst themselves, amongst their factions,
and yet we simply lived by the way of the sea.
We are the people of the sea. We are the beings of water.
Let it be known, we shall always be here. We shall always live.
Through all that may come, we shall live: through hunting, through slaughter,
we shall always be here, we shall always thrive,
for this is the way of the sea.
Retribution
The grasses of the plain were empty and quite,
while the city prepared for war, for war.
Soldier for soldier, paladin for paladin, knight for knight,
it was the echo of war, vehemently strong and vile.
Preparation was under way, constant preparation,
to oust the enemy, to destroy them, blinded by dislike.
War is simple futile, it’s an aberration,
for, how can war be normal? How can war be desirable?
The enemy appeared over the hills, marching towards the doom of both,
the city reverberated with dislike upon the sight of the enemy,
and so they both took an oath,
an oath to oust and destroy the other.
The rumble of war echoed heavily about the world – it could be heard everywhere.
What was the cause? What was the rhyme or reason?
The reason? The reason? It was nowhere.
Nowhere to be heard, nowhere to be seen.
One attacked another over the issue of slavery, but why did they?
Where they above all else? All else that walked the planet?
How could they do what they do? Kill, slay?
Retribution came swiftly from the enemy, retribution.
The hammer smashed the anvil, crushing the city.
It would not, it could not fall! Or so they believed.
How sad it all is. What a pity.
The city crumbled under the enemy’s intense weight.
It could not withstand their attacks, it could not.
Why couldn’t it? Why not? It took centuries to construct, centuries to protect,
yet, it fell, ever so swiftly! They had been caught,
been caught in their own web, distraught.
They fell, one after another. Both sides were hurt severely,
for both sides were skilled beyond words, yet, where they doing right?
Both thought they were, but neither were thinking clearly,
for propaganda blinded them all.
One’s head was cleared when he lay dieing, and he thought, why?
Another sat dieing, in a most uncomfortable position, thinking the same.
It was silly, another thought, to simply fight to die,
why, oh why?
The defending side lost, and so did the attacking side,
for they both had neither won nor lost.
A statue of a demon, which was never there, had tried,
tried to win the war, and he did, even if it wasn’t over, yet.
For, how had either side won? Many innocents lost their lives,
no matter which side they were on. The hammer of war, smashing, smashing.
Crushing, crushing. The furnace of war, smelting, smelting. The knives,
the knives of war, slashing, cutting.
The demon had one, for it had started it all – the slavery, the war.
It had enticed and deceived, been the messenger in the night,
It had been the propaganda, the lies, the end of all, for,
it was the epitome of the destruction of the human race.
We are a people of nothing, staying nowhere
simply nomads, looking for a home,
loathed by many, where shall we live? Elsewhere?
Where shall we live? We just roam.
Nothing more. Upon the sea.
The sea, how beautiful she is, how beautiful, how helpful,
she is the only one who listens, the only one who guides,
yet the people of the earth, how they are far from beautiful,
they only wish to harm us, they stick to their sides.
Yet, does our plains, our roaming home, do that? Not the sea.
We move from place to place,
ever so lost, ever so hunted, ever so detested,
by the men above, by the men who fail to embrace,
why must they detest us? We are always tested,
tested to the full of our abilities, by the sea.
Do we need man to do so, too?
Do we need humans to test us?
Why must they be such a flu,
such a vile disease, plighting us with such success?
The sea does not, for it is our home, the sea is.
We are the people of the sea,
nomads for life, nomads for forever,
straying never to land, we are forced to flee,
if ever we come too close, if ever we stray towards them, however,
do they not know? We have the power of the sea.
We could crush them, we could destroy them,
We live in the land of the sea, and we call to it,
for it is the only place that enjoys us, it does not condemn,
it does not condemn us to an eternity of misery, as the humans have! We shall never submit,
for we are the creatures of the sea.
We shall live ever so ever so gaily, even if they detest us,
we shall live in a world of peace, even if they harm us,
we shall do no harm to them, and thus,
they will be punished by the sea, they will cry out in distress,
for we are the people guarded by the sea.
Their punishment will not be for us to decide,
their doom shall not be ours to create,
it will be their own doing, for they were evil, and to us they denied,
they denied us our freedom, yet we were never irate,
we were simply doing as the sea told us, as she wanted, the brilliant sea.
We traveled day and night, trying to make peace,
yet our attempts were that of a folly, failing ever so,
yet, their ways of war never seemed to cease,
they were always at constant war, what woe,
yet, we never were, for that is the way of the sea.
One fateful day came, and they poisoned the waters, poisoned our life,
trying to kill us all. They both failed and succeeded,
for most of us did die! What strife!
Insane they were, for what they most needed,
was the waters of the sea.
Their judgment came, their end came,
their own punishment came from their own actions,
the plants could not clean the waters, and so they became lame,
and so the people starved, now dived amongst themselves, amongst their factions,
and yet we simply lived by the way of the sea.
We are the people of the sea. We are the beings of water.
Let it be known, we shall always be here. We shall always live.
Through all that may come, we shall live: through hunting, through slaughter,
we shall always be here, we shall always thrive,
for this is the way of the sea.
Retribution
The grasses of the plain were empty and quite,
while the city prepared for war, for war.
Soldier for soldier, paladin for paladin, knight for knight,
it was the echo of war, vehemently strong and vile.
Preparation was under way, constant preparation,
to oust the enemy, to destroy them, blinded by dislike.
War is simple futile, it’s an aberration,
for, how can war be normal? How can war be desirable?
The enemy appeared over the hills, marching towards the doom of both,
the city reverberated with dislike upon the sight of the enemy,
and so they both took an oath,
an oath to oust and destroy the other.
The rumble of war echoed heavily about the world – it could be heard everywhere.
What was the cause? What was the rhyme or reason?
The reason? The reason? It was nowhere.
Nowhere to be heard, nowhere to be seen.
One attacked another over the issue of slavery, but why did they?
Where they above all else? All else that walked the planet?
How could they do what they do? Kill, slay?
Retribution came swiftly from the enemy, retribution.
The hammer smashed the anvil, crushing the city.
It would not, it could not fall! Or so they believed.
How sad it all is. What a pity.
The city crumbled under the enemy’s intense weight.
It could not withstand their attacks, it could not.
Why couldn’t it? Why not? It took centuries to construct, centuries to protect,
yet, it fell, ever so swiftly! They had been caught,
been caught in their own web, distraught.
They fell, one after another. Both sides were hurt severely,
for both sides were skilled beyond words, yet, where they doing right?
Both thought they were, but neither were thinking clearly,
for propaganda blinded them all.
One’s head was cleared when he lay dieing, and he thought, why?
Another sat dieing, in a most uncomfortable position, thinking the same.
It was silly, another thought, to simply fight to die,
why, oh why?
The defending side lost, and so did the attacking side,
for they both had neither won nor lost.
A statue of a demon, which was never there, had tried,
tried to win the war, and he did, even if it wasn’t over, yet.
For, how had either side won? Many innocents lost their lives,
no matter which side they were on. The hammer of war, smashing, smashing.
Crushing, crushing. The furnace of war, smelting, smelting. The knives,
the knives of war, slashing, cutting.
The demon had one, for it had started it all – the slavery, the war.
It had enticed and deceived, been the messenger in the night,
It had been the propaganda, the lies, the end of all, for,
it was the epitome of the destruction of the human race.