Blacksmith Tolls

Life should be is and must be struggle
You must cherish these struggles
The aversion of personal conflict is weakness.
To live any other way is to put aside humanity

Our scars are what make us palatable
You can trace other's
But you do not know the iron forge that makes them
Standing in the centre of the heart of every man
Gurgles and molten protests
Promising to swallow the brittle and shattered men

When you are smelted into something whole and real
When you find yourself
Finally the rotten and decayed structure
Finding purpose anew in industry
Hear the bellowing and hammering with newfound admiration
Know what it is to be a man born again

And so you must leave the forge
Begin your struggle anew
Wrest and fight docility
Refuse the contentment of animals
The horrible irony of adorning yourself in useless objects
Refuse that which society has denied your birthright
Crave and carve out a home for yourself
Once you find yourself
Find where you can fit yourself

The broad plagued tombstones that litter your community
Mass produced in such quantity that it can never be individual
The individual ambition and passion
It is for everyone; and so it is no one
Cut away until you find the universal trait of man
And you're left with a beast
Cast aside such complexes and plagues
Sickening to think of what motivations
That lay in the hearts of unmarked graves such as these

That is the path of what makes a man whole again
To reject the constant onslaught of conformity.
Knowing a hundred million men means;
Truthfully
Knowing no one,
Not even yourself