Where We Fall, Where We Falter

So this is where we fall, this is where we falter,
Marching blind, like sheep, to the sacrificial altar.
Not a moment to spare, nor a reason to sing;
We turn to despair as we see what you bring. 

And if this be it, my final moment of respite:
It'll be my last breath that echoes "you will not win this fight!"
And if my body I could choose, like Joe Hill to ashes it reduced,

And to every corner of this sphere be taken,

So that they iron resolve of my will shall never be shaken!

Author's Note

5/23/13

Reviews

[B]

We could stand to lose everything
but never our sense of freedom to be
to choose
to live

away from brainwash

True