Sometimes you trick yourself into believing good shit is bad for you.

This ones for you MJB.  Not necessarily about you, but as per your request.
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HALLS OF REFLECTION

Dying to be born
Into alien skin,
Heroism comes so naturally now,
Like ancient rocks falling
From tomb's mouth
Bidding come
Meet your brother,
Another man, half forgotten,
Here in ancient circumstance
Pushed away
By crowded modern matter.
Tongue unknown
Is chosen
And complexion green
In hews holds truth
Of the truest
Valiance within.
A part screaming
For acknowledgement,
Hoping to be made
Legitimate.
Sleep from eyes
Heavy with wandering
Lends reality to the unreal,
Albeit forcing life at twilight;
A purchased lifestyle,
Freeing and prohibitive.
In my heart is a lust
For adventure
Of my brother's world,
The kind I know
From our waxing spirit bond,
Born of carnal need for struggle
To earn victory
In battle.
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