Veritas
They praise handcuffs and irons,
When freedom - frail and brittle -
Is trampled by the tyrants.
There is no truth in battle,
No shine in self-denial,
Your glory and your mettle
Are shadows on sundial.
There is no truth in science
Nor any revelations.
The universe defies us,
Despite our toil and patience.
There is no truth in scriptures,
Just boring old ideas.
No god will judge your virtues
On your "supremus dies".
At first this can astound
And feel a bit unfair -
The truth cannot be found
In here or out there.
01.05.09
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*(lat.) supremus dies - day of death.
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that remains quite a bit uncouth:
one finds no truth in glory
since glory resides in truth
Clittary Hilton 19.02.2010 06:32 Заявить о нарушении
Like Jack Sparrow said, "the world's still the same, it's just less in it." And I don't think anything else could have expressed my feelings better. Can it be that even the human mind has become obsolete? Inertia. That's how it's called. No more great discoveries to make. No more uncharted, unspoiled lands. Nowhere to run...
But forgive me for my ravings. :-) And thank you!
Дориан Лемэль 26.02.2010 18:51 Заявить о нарушении
Young Henry was as brave a youth,
As ever grac'd a martial story
And Jane was fair as lovely truth,
She sigh'd for love and he for glory.
With her his faith he meant to plight,
And told her many a gallant story,
Till war their honest joys to blight,
Call'd him away from love to glory.
Brave Henry met the foe with pride,
Jane follow'd - fought - ah! hapless story,
In man's attire by Henry's side,
She died for love and he for glory.
Clittary Hilton 26.02.2010 21:42 Заявить о нарушении