All is Frigid in the Dark

a fight for glory

among younger brothers

when wounded weak we pray to mother

a fool's escape, that was my father

from younger men, fit for battle

retired some

there's no respite

for the breathing long

or the dying calm

the living end

ending wrong

no one here

does live forever 

if disgrace this be

my town and country

forever more

i'll hate my pride

but burn this bright my fuel of life

to feel a way among the shadows

with a compass fucked

before it mattered

i'll find a way

for me to see

my way of life

that nothing matters

i do remain in shameful tatters

this here is glory

full of fight

my sweet respite

for dying brothers

a fight for nothing

that does still matter

all is gone

but not my tatters

what's left of something

what some call nothing

some days my fire seems so free 

my great bright lie

that this cost was free

not ever then

nor never now

all is frigid in the dark

but a bootstrap fury

will take us through it

a cost that's great

some past remembered

our battle scars shall set us free

to see the stars

in all their glory

if all must suffer

even you

and even me

for a light that's deadly

full of fury

i'll gladly pay

to see tomorrow

with all we've done

who needs a god?

with all we've done

it seems so silly

to let a book

pray upon my tomorrow

(i'll finish this later, maybe)

Reviews

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Dis gud poem i like it word

[Davidgeo]

Wordman.... stop drinking during the day... I can always tell when you're drunk. You create these idiotic fake profiles, leave childish reviews, and rate me a zero. If you must, I guess you must. At least you're not f*****g with anyone else if you're busy with me.

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dis aint de word man who dat

[Davidgeo]

sigh... you know I already know that it's you. You are using the same IP address moron.