Once upon a time, there was a man. As tall as any man. The man that can't be moved. He stood with flag in hand. And the flag waved all the more in contrast with his stillness. And still he stands, as tall as any man. The man that can't be moved. For what life should have been. What it could have been; could be. And standing, tall as any man, on a world that's left his feet he can't be moved from what he is. A beacon. The man that can't be moved.
Three cheers for the men who can't be moved. Who will be what they need to be, especially when it's impossible. Because they know why they need to be.
To A Soldier
All they push you to is winning
And when you do, they make you feel ashamed
I pity you mighty soul
Being made a monster is uncomfortable
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