Sharp Things

Like a pagan with a cross

In a subtle form of treason, 

I watched the world end from afar

In a dream without rhyme or reason,

When the time is right the incisive ones will come

With knives clutched in every hand,

Waiting for a moment of passion

A chance to carve out a different land, 

Where borders scarcely have a future

Their future doesn't have a past,

Without remorse or indecision

A sharpened age will ring at last

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[If Only You Knew My Sec..]

Wow! Very talented writer. This was really great to read! Keep up the good work!

[Zorrin86]

Thanks, appreciate the feedback.