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I'm a son of the twenty-first century,
a child of a spiritless age,
and I can't say such things like I mean them,
can't summon such passion or rage.

There's no room in this world for a hero,
or so I had come to believe:
it's a time that demands an inquirer,
a cynic too far gone to grieve

For the fallen, or fight for the living,
the world can't be saved by one man,
amor vincit omnia's a thing of the past,
to survive is the only sound plan

But my heart wants to strap on my armour,
and my soul wants to stand by your side,
hand in hand for as long as you'll have me,
and facing each battle with pride.
"i just want to protect you,
though my sword may be broken,
my shield may be muddy,
and i can barely look after myself sometimes.

"Wishing's a prayer for those too weak to change their circumstances, but I wish all the time. I wish you'd known me when I could say things like that and mean them."
Kingofanarchy Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2007
I think I'm a member of the "doesn't give a fuck" generation. I don't know what to blame it on, but it seems like we can't find anything really worth fighting for. I mean our free speech supreme court case is "Bong hits 4 jesus" not vietnam protests. Anyway, yeah, liked the poem a lot... nothing i can critique... just amazing. especially the first stanza.
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