Fight!

[Çãzz the King]

Just a little something I wrote some time ago. Not really my best work, but here you go:




Fight!


Once, we fought against the elements... Then we conquerd the ellements, and made them our slave.
Once, we fought for what we believed in, what we saw as right. And it is as I have said; what's right and what's wrong, is descided when wars are won.
Once, we fought for our nations, for our country, for our kindsmen. For your mothers. For our fathers.
Once... Once we had something to fight...

Once...

We still fight, we still do, but why should this matter to you?
We still make war, we still do, but what do we fight for?
For me?
For you?
For our countrys, for our kindsmen? For those for which we bleeded?
For our Mothers, for our fathers? No longer fighting, there, is needed.

We have nothing to fight for, yett we still fight on!
We have nothing to die for, yett we still go on!
We have nothing to bleed for, for which to shed a drop of blood.
We have nothing to get angry for, from which our sin is sprung.

We fight for the fighting; for something to fight for.
We fight for a reason; a reason to be.
We fight for our sanity; with the madness we adore.
We fight for our senses; yett we lack the ability to see.


-Ç