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There's a shadow of negativity and isolationism that hangs over this roof,
and even Reason can’t shut it out now.  Where is the way out?  I cannot help but give in and join the river.

Nobody would ever show it; no, it’s simply false smiles all around.  One thing is clear though:  I no longer need a listener; I have progressed that much.  I just need my shell - that shell of cynicism and detachment that will help me survive.

The fight inside is not over, and words still batter the insides of my skull, endlessly firing shots into the night.  Perseverance sounds off first, its artillery echoing like thunder in the distance.  Hope follows suit, pursuing fast on its rolling mechanical wheels.  They begin their assault in glorious array, throwing themselves against the impenetrable wall that is Confusion, Bitterness, and Blindness.  With one last magnificent push, Love breaks through the ranks to cast its flames into the roaring chaos.

Suddenly the eyes and heart are opened, and sunlight pours in.
The soldiers take a close look at what is around.
This is no man's land, and there is no joy here.  There are only hundreds of emaciated, dead, naked bodies strung and piled in rows, attracting the buzzing of mosquitoes, on a sunny summer’s day.  Some are scarred beyond recognition, and still others are slowly rotting away.
Amongst the mud and pools of water, everything crumbles.

The fight goes on; it's a war of attrition.
It's just a matter of which side runs out of energy first.

Temptation seizes the opportunity to make its counterattack.  Insecurity and Lies fly across the field, fervently flooring any fool who turns his head to the wind.   Their bombs of black and blue break even the most bold of spirits.

Yet Goodness endures, and Goodness persists.  The Word regains what was lost, and so the cycle continues, never ceasing.

In the meantime, I hide in the trenches.  In my shell, I lie unsure of what to do, where to run, who to believe in.  I shiver in the cold, still air, awaiting the next stand-to, the next over-the-top.

Awaiting the next dim dawn that aches for Today, inching ever closer.

Description
There's a shadow of negativity and isolationism that hangs over this roof,
and even Reason can’t shut it out now.  Where is the way out?  I cannot help but give in and join the river.

Nobody would ever show it; no, it’s simply false smiles all around.  One thing is clear though:  I no longer need a listener; I have progressed that much.  I just need my shell - that shell of cynicism and detachment that will help me survive.

The fight inside is not over, and words still batter the insides of my skull, endlessly firing shots into the night.  Perseverance sounds off first, its artillery echoing like thunder in the distance.  Hope follows suit, pursuing fast on its rolling mechanical wheels.  They begin their assault in glorious array, throwing themselves against the impenetrable wall that is Confusion, Bitterness, and Blindness.  With one last magnificent push, Love breaks through the ranks to cast its flames into the roaring chaos.

Suddenly the eyes and heart are opened, and sunlight pours in.
The soldiers take a close look at what is around.
This is no man's land, and there is no joy here.  There are only hundreds of emaciated, dead, naked bodies strung and piled in rows, attracting the buzzing of mosquitoes, on a sunny summer’s day.  Some are scarred beyond recognition, and still others are slowly rotting away.
Amongst the mud and pools of water, everything crumbles.

The fight goes on; it's a war of attrition.
It's just a matter of which side runs out of energy first.

Temptation seizes the opportunity to make its counterattack.  Insecurity and Lies fly across the field, fervently flooring any fool who turns his head to the wind.   Their bombs of black and blue break even the most bold of spirits.

Yet Goodness endures, and Goodness persists.  The Word regains what was lost, and so the cycle continues, never ceasing.

In the meantime, I hide in the trenches.  In my shell, I lie unsure of what to do, where to run, who to believe in.  I shiver in the cold, still air, awaiting the next stand-to, the next over-the-top.

Awaiting the next dim dawn that aches for Today, inching ever closer.