A flimsy nail,
A shattered board.
There is no stopping an endless hoard,
I see that which I cannot feel,
I hear that which I cannot see.
I am no omnipotent being,
I do not hold the omniscience you seek,
But I can promise,
That a fortress can not be built,
Not out of cardboard,
Not out of paper.
It can only be built with strength,
It can only be built with hardiness,
With stone.
For though many things are true,
A juggernaut can not be built,
Not out of bent nails and plywood.
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Words to match a Rose
PoetryJust some poems I wrote, felt like it I guess. Fight me about it. #57 highest in poetry. :D Wooo! Hit them double digits! Picture by my friend Cynthia Bisby from work :D
