Zitat von viscious-vixen am 29 März, 2006, 1155 Uhr

I have forgiven you
I, this creature, which you hurt
Have forgiven you, absolved you
Of Sin, Of Hate, Of Lust, Of Love
You may go now in Peace
And leave me to this, your suffering

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Somewhere I am counted on to hold others up
My shoulders broader than the world
But notice, when the Atlas falls, none turn their heads
We hold up Your world, can you not give us a hand?
When we stumble with the weight of your thoughtless gifts?
Who are you to say we are not good enough to do this?
I watch with quiet eyes, a reflective smile on pale lips
You twaddle past me, in my uniform, and you glare
I hold up upon your sins, son of Adam, do not forget me

My wings were once beautiful,
Are now tattered and repaired no longer
Given that no one exists now,
Save the Acid-droppers who see
But it is good, they make no sense,
In doing so, fondle the world in their grasps
Can you see me? Do you know what I am?
Why these words come to me, how I am Your Atlas?
Ever bound to hold up your world?

I am the leaning post of others, I give them strength
When my strength fails, I am left alone to deal with it
But I recover, a smile of a warrior, the love of a young girl
I have these gifts, which do not soothe my burning soul
But give me hope that I may die in peace, untormented
At the end of this path, that I chose so log ago
Under the tutorliege of another, and the song of the Heart
Acid tongue, cutting wit and observant remarks
All from the world's gifts to me, the warrior, kneeling
At your feet ready to carry out your will. Can you do this?

Give me a hand when I bleed, mortally wounded.
Caress my cheek when the tears fall down
Hear me out when I talk of the old days, and my worries
Hold me when I tremble with fear, hate and sorrow
Let me be in peace when I weep over past sorrows
Feel glad for me when I feel joy, do not be envious
Do not be envious of my passions, I fall easily enough
I learn to enjoy them as they are fleeting in my path
But yours is covered in them, so let me enjoy for these seconds

For these, I can be your statue of love
Your dog of bediance and faith
The cat of wisdom and the bear of strength
Your mother on storm-frozen nights
Your Father during fishing trips and beer nights
Your sister in listening to your problems
Your best friend with advice and perceptions
Your girlfriend giving you love
Your brother, together in blood
Your family, Your honour, Your hope

Just as I have forgiven you,
Now forgive me, and all of this I promised to you
I will fulfill.

Just forgive me.
Please.

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The Warrior's Lament.