The BalanceA Story by History abhors a paradoxOne man will sing of anothers life and deeds, how will he sing of this man? A hero A tyrant Or neither, perhaps a man of complexity so profound that placing him as Light or Darkness would be too literal, too small, perhaps the man will walk upon an earth, one that seems so small to him, amoungst people who pass like shadows. Who's prescence is nought but a mere interference, will this man lead men into battle? Will this man lead men in speech? will he stand as a fighter or a speaker? Or will he simply work the strings of others like a master puppeteer? Will other dance to his tune, so many "wills" and yet where is the way, where is the how and more importantly the why? Stand amoungst the gray Inhabit not one or the other But both As one see's fit Be the axis on which the scales sit Good and Evil may fight their little war One or the other may triumph But that little axis will sit It will wait and as the dust settles as the last warrior falls Those that live as the grey Those who's prescence breeds neutrality in all things Those who see reason in a storm of uncertanty Will be there to rebuild what others have broken And perhaps one day They will remove the two major powers And sit as the axis Upon which the world itself turns I tell you now, watch for that little axis, watch it carefully and you will see before you an answer that lie's in common sense, there will be no end of the world, only an axis laid bare. © 2011 History abhors a paradoxReviews
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8 Reviews Added on May 4, 2011 Last Updated on May 4, 2011 AuthorHistory abhors a paradoxDarlington, United KingdomAboutI hate these things.... Well I'm Jamie. I live in the north east of England check my work out and review if you like, if not thats cool too :) I also don't add stuff all the time, I like to wai.. more..Writing
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