Clawing the Mark

from The Heathen Throne by Ancient Ascendant

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Aspirations fail from the wear of planetary cycles.
Realising dreams, unreachable as the moon from man.
Even leaving a scratch, a pitiful stain in a memory,
is better than creative indolence.
Creation is a mark, an emblem, for the individual.
Separates the brave from the drones, the drones of society.

Life stops on, least resistance ride.
Without creation; death inside.

The struggle for wealth can be a means to an end.
Or get lost inside, never clawing a mark.

Create!

Life stops on, least resistance ride.
Without creation; death inside.

You're lost, lost to history.
You're lost.

Drowning in the sea because it's easier than to swim to shore,
and be remembered.
I dub this folly, pray create, and not just mouths to feed,
your time they'll bleed.

Life stops on, least resistance ride.
Without creation; death inside.

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from The Heathen Throne, released December 1, 2008

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