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Avor:
Not really poetry, but this is as close as I can get. and these are the most sane ones of everything I did. Please say anything you want about it, good or bad, any aspect of anything.


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To much I see, artians, craftmen, mocking soldiers, for being unable to find beauty in world.

Writers and scholars insulting soldiers for not taking the time to read the lititure of our time.

Protesters and politicians harasing soldiers for answering the nobal call with out hessitation.

Perhaps what they say is true, that soldiers cannot properly love art, understand the great works of lititure, and they may even lose a great deal deal of personal freedom and identity. But that's what makes a soldeir a soldier. He knows that he sacrifices such things in order that they are ultimently preserved and allowed.

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It is an odd thing, that the only man for a soldier worth killing is another soldier, the only man who understand him.

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Pain is an illusion brought on by weakness.

I am a soldier of Canada, therefore I feel no pain.

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The most beutiful thing that a man can do is done in death

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Avalon, many wish to enter it and do great deeds to do so. But the only ones allowed are those who would those great deeds regaurdless.

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socal Rocky:
I like how the speaker says that he is a soldier; it gives the poem more weight. Before that I wasn't sure why the lines about soldiers was important, but when that line about the speaker being a soldier came up it all started coming together

*high paw*

Avor:
In my mind Remeberence Day is everyday. I intented to share this for later, but I felt strongly compelled to do it now.


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Should ignorance be bliss and bliss be happines I shall choose eternal woe,

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I would rather be sad than stupid, especialy things that importan.

Avor:
Strait from the Book of Avor, a collection, de;isioonal, demented and melodramatic writtings. The one is over ten years old. It feels so true,  but the words so off and this is the closest I can still get.

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Of pain, death, torture, sorrow and being forgotten I fear none. My fears are the fears that the sins that will come of my time will forever mark the world. Will our world boast landmarks like the Australian Isles, the Brazilian Desert, the Rocky Mountain Scars or worse yet, should the sunset sky be green and orange from fallout or the sea brown and red from the factories of war?

In our fight of fate will we ensure that the sunrise our grandparents saw will be the one forever seen? For if nature be our inspiration what will result of such a world?
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Avor:

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This twisted metal frame and stained glass keep me from the sky, but without ir i could never see the stars.

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I found this recently, I wrote it when when I was very young whne I learned with absolute certainty I would never be allowed to fly for the millitary. But somebody went digging around mu old notepad, foind it, scaned it,  printed it off and put in in with my heirloom chest.

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