Post by flameheart on Nov 3, 2007 0:14:58 GMT -5
Among the vast land long ago,
There the happy people did live,
for they had no worries and no cares,
and freedom and kindless were all they know.
Ruled by a kind and generous king,
uncorrupt, unthreatening, ungreedy,
neighbors said hi, and ever politely so,
while they laugh, dance and sing
But there was no winner,
for there was no losers,
no games, that one might beat,
but their smiles never got thinner.
Where did all their sadness go?
How did they stay so happy?
no wars, no fights, no rivals
bloodshed they did not know.
no knowledge of fear
no worries of danger
no pain nor death
no need for tears.
And there, in that vast land
ever so long ago,
the secret, twas not a secret
was the keeper's helping hand.
The keeper of Things,
as he was known,
kept all their fears,
horded it like a king.
never did the People worry
as long as the keeper was there
sadness was never that near
no need to run, nor hurry.
the keeper couldn't deploy
the horrors he kept inside
all the anguish and suffering
it was Him that they destroyed.
The crowd gather, in the city square,
as he screamed for mercy, there,
to end it all, to stop it all
the plague that he did bare.
BUT the crowd stared at him,
with smiles on their faces,
ignorant to the threats he uttered
to the dangers of his whim.
and then that was when he
from out his throat did pour
all those forgotten emotions
those that only he did see.
with his burden lifted,
"what fools ye be"
was what he uttered
"if you'd only shared
instead of shifted"
with that he left,
gone like the wind
never to be seen again
footfalls and breathing deft.
Silence falls upon the squire
at what he had said and done
and slow it spread like water
realization of what they've acquired
NeVeR aGaiN waS thE LaND AgAIn,
tHe SaME aS iT eVeR WaS
teh preshouse ghift dey had
waZ gone, dead, and SlAIn.
and slowly they began to fall
into knowledge and at what price
suffering pain among all of them
but perhapes it was best for them all
Then one morning came the bird's call,
They awaken to find themselves adjusted
and in strode the Keeper of Things,
who said,"the curse be lifted of us all"
At what price does Knowlege come?
What in the end we must succumb to?
But what reward do we reap in the end?
Understanding of what one becomes.
There the happy people did live,
for they had no worries and no cares,
and freedom and kindless were all they know.
Ruled by a kind and generous king,
uncorrupt, unthreatening, ungreedy,
neighbors said hi, and ever politely so,
while they laugh, dance and sing
But there was no winner,
for there was no losers,
no games, that one might beat,
but their smiles never got thinner.
Where did all their sadness go?
How did they stay so happy?
no wars, no fights, no rivals
bloodshed they did not know.
no knowledge of fear
no worries of danger
no pain nor death
no need for tears.
And there, in that vast land
ever so long ago,
the secret, twas not a secret
was the keeper's helping hand.
The keeper of Things,
as he was known,
kept all their fears,
horded it like a king.
never did the People worry
as long as the keeper was there
sadness was never that near
no need to run, nor hurry.
the keeper couldn't deploy
the horrors he kept inside
all the anguish and suffering
it was Him that they destroyed.
The crowd gather, in the city square,
as he screamed for mercy, there,
to end it all, to stop it all
the plague that he did bare.
BUT the crowd stared at him,
with smiles on their faces,
ignorant to the threats he uttered
to the dangers of his whim.
and then that was when he
from out his throat did pour
all those forgotten emotions
those that only he did see.
with his burden lifted,
"what fools ye be"
was what he uttered
"if you'd only shared
instead of shifted"
with that he left,
gone like the wind
never to be seen again
footfalls and breathing deft.
Silence falls upon the squire
at what he had said and done
and slow it spread like water
realization of what they've acquired
NeVeR aGaiN waS thE LaND AgAIn,
tHe SaME aS iT eVeR WaS
teh preshouse ghift dey had
waZ gone, dead, and SlAIn.
and slowly they began to fall
into knowledge and at what price
suffering pain among all of them
but perhapes it was best for them all
Then one morning came the bird's call,
They awaken to find themselves adjusted
and in strode the Keeper of Things,
who said,"the curse be lifted of us all"
At what price does Knowlege come?
What in the end we must succumb to?
But what reward do we reap in the end?
Understanding of what one becomes.