elevated beyond the normal sort of life
we face the monsters and we do not pause
our measure is the measure of our cause
we march ahead to sound of drum and fife
the day we know must soon come to the knife
we are obedient to the highest laws
we know them all every line and clause
and know they are the reason for this strife
our justice leads us to the hardest fact
the choices are not ever fame and glory
each in the end comes to a final breath
we hide the truth we hide it with sad tact
there is an end to every human story
the final curtain comes and it is death
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
22 July 2007
magna est veritas
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