The quiet promise between us...now coming into fruition;
broad strokes in the opinion of others
(laughing) when did we ever give a damn?
never
We all are who we say we are
whether we put on a face and lie
or
not
it doesn't matter
to the contrary
it is always, always said
all one is required to do is simply listen
Once you own the truth
it becomes your fault in entirety if you follow the hand that leads you down that dark, dismal path
And if darkness is your gig...
surely don't take that first step without extreme strength
complain later
Life slaps you in place of your hosts of friends
giving them the space to appear sympathetic (as they shake their heads in a 'man I told you so' type of way)
There exist an exception;
when both are dark
sharing the deepest of secrets between themselves
the remembrance that binds...ties two together eternally
the pair who see death together as merely a guide into the next realm
laugh at the gore on the road
wipe the blood from their lips...grateful the hunger has subsided
if not momentarily
The surge came
went
but we stood, yes?
No sense in succumbing now...
There is no surrender with stakes so high
It's live or die time
take what was ours back and complete what we began
finish
take on the world...do what they all said could never be
Monsters and men
so they'll remark
you and I know that monsters are men, they do not co exist
And you ran, side by side with me up that hill
no short cuts
no waylays
it was all or nothing
anything goes
go big or go home in disgrace
but that's what we'd become to everyone now eh? A disgrace?
The fallen?
We didn't fall prey to the propaganda
we let it ride
let them think we're pacifist
placate as required
show them later
heaped onto the funeral pyre
Ever came.
Not forever
Ever Matti, ever running up that hill...
she stepped down from the carousel spinning throughout our lives...
shouted our truth to the world
Our pact now complete.
From my hand to yours,
Ethan (Matti) Hastings
