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He is powerless
A mere pawn in a greater plan
His struggle is
The path he has chosen to follow but
He is blessed
For out of utter destruction
They will rise
At my command like a Phoenix from the dust
Because I know
That is what makes him weak
So I strike
He has left his guard down too often
But this time
He is prepared to do battle
He has learned
To watch for phantoms in the night
He will not
Let the ones he cares for fall
Not this time
Not ever again
If you haven't read the sister poem to this work,  please read "I, The Watchtower" and then read this one again, it'll make more sense.  Sometimes horrible struggles are really a furnace to remove the impurities and weaknesses in us. Sometimes they are tests. Tests of perseverance, tests of loyalty, tests of faith. It simply takes a shift in perspective. We don't have the full story.
I am dangerous
An enemy of the state
No simple life
Is in the cards for me
I am cursed
To watch as those around me
Drop like flies
Before the hands of my enemy
Because he knows
That is where I am weak
He is aware
That is where I am vulnerable
So he strikes
He has caught so many unaware
Not this time
This time I will stand guard over them
I will watch
For shifting shadows in the night
I will not
Let him take them from me this time
Not this time
Not ever again.
Please read the sister poem to this work, "He, The Watchtower; I, The Sun" it'll make more sense.
Let's see...
Ooh! No...
What about...?
Nah...
Maybe if I....
Nope...
I could probably...
Ew.
Hmmm...
Ah ha!
Frick...
Let's try...
Never again.
For the love of!
Writers block. We've all been there.
We cannot feel,
The heart grow old,
In the summer sun,
Or the winter cold,
We cannot hear,
The blowing wind,
When the devil calls,
From his cage within,

But you wear your scarlet letter,
On your sleeve like a badge of honor,
Tell your friends you're feeling better,
But your lies don't hold any water
Steel hull diving deep like a submarine
Run swift and silent through the ruby sea
A steady handed skipper
Holds tight to the helm
The keel runs true
And cuts the sea in two

So **** the torpedoes
And full speed ahead
This hull clad in iron
Watch the red wake spread
I looked once upon
A house made of fire
It blazed
An unquenchable
Inferno

And in it lives a man
With writing on his arms
The meaning
Incomprehensible
To all
But he

He sits on the floor
And he writes and writes
And waits
For the day
His message is heard

Yes I looked once upon
A house made of fire
And I looked once upon
The man
And he smiled at me
And he
Motioned
To the words scrawled
Upon his arms

But I
Like the rest
Could not comprehend
The meaning
To the message before my eyes
Set me loose like the dogs of war
Unleash the beast I can't control anymore
I've fought my demons but my strength begins to fail
I can feel the cracks forming in the boat that I sail

There are creatures at the gate
I fight alone night and day
There are creatures at the gate
Will they ever go away?
There are claws at the window
There are teeth at the door
There's a shriek from the basement
I can't fight them anymore

But still you're none the wiser
To the monster in the man
So feed me your tranquilizer
And catch me if you can

Not a humble beast
No my name is pride
I'm hungry for a feast
And I've got you in my sights
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