| Become the Battle |
| I am a soldier to my own self A warrior armed with foolish stealth The work of my hands is my own misery Each battle scar shining brilliantly My gun barrel points in directions unknown I have lost my battalion to oblivion Alone scale landscapes of molten treatchery Fervently seek my invisible enemy In a soldier's minds eye this pain is a dream My footsteps cannot be gentle enough Discarding all inklings of strategy Mindlessly crouch in this need for diplomacy With a steady hand I sketch my plan To abandon plans to take a stand A sentry of steel, the fence swallows me And I become the battle...silently |