06-01-2007, 04:16 AM
ZERO:
The Fifth Interlude
I've travelled the world from sea to sea and seen remarkable things,
The falls of empires, the rise of mountains, the legacies of kings,
But never again in all my life have I been able to find,
A being with a body of flesh, trapped with a robotic mind.
Life is such a precious thing, a gift from heaven above,
A body that can feel the sun, a heart that can feel love,
These gifts are not for metal things, not for created machines,
Only for the born of flesh, the minds of God-made beings.
I met him on my travels once, a creature full of hate,
He wanted all his enemies to meet a dismal fate,
A mind that could not comprehend compassion, forgiveness or mirth,
He cursed the very circumstance of his unusual birth.
I asked him, "Why do you pursue such venegence, Dark of Heart?"
He answered me, he said, "Our very minds are leagues apart,
My emotions are too strong for me, I must put them to peace,
I feel I must appease them or my life functions will cease."
I said, "But Dark of Heart, life is of choices, not commands,
Emotions are not things to obey, but things to understand."
His reply, "I know nothing of choices, I was never taught free will,
I was built to merely follow commands, to pursue, and pillage, and kill."
I've travelled this globe all over, oh the lessons I have learned,
The cultures I have visited, great empires overturned,
But what a lesson I have learned from one without control of his own heart,
He lived without a purpose while his soul was torn apart.
Not a short one but no one ever fallows a thread/.... not here not anywhere else
The Fifth Interlude
I've travelled the world from sea to sea and seen remarkable things,
The falls of empires, the rise of mountains, the legacies of kings,
But never again in all my life have I been able to find,
A being with a body of flesh, trapped with a robotic mind.
Life is such a precious thing, a gift from heaven above,
A body that can feel the sun, a heart that can feel love,
These gifts are not for metal things, not for created machines,
Only for the born of flesh, the minds of God-made beings.
I met him on my travels once, a creature full of hate,
He wanted all his enemies to meet a dismal fate,
A mind that could not comprehend compassion, forgiveness or mirth,
He cursed the very circumstance of his unusual birth.
I asked him, "Why do you pursue such venegence, Dark of Heart?"
He answered me, he said, "Our very minds are leagues apart,
My emotions are too strong for me, I must put them to peace,
I feel I must appease them or my life functions will cease."
I said, "But Dark of Heart, life is of choices, not commands,
Emotions are not things to obey, but things to understand."
His reply, "I know nothing of choices, I was never taught free will,
I was built to merely follow commands, to pursue, and pillage, and kill."
I've travelled this globe all over, oh the lessons I have learned,
The cultures I have visited, great empires overturned,
But what a lesson I have learned from one without control of his own heart,
He lived without a purpose while his soul was torn apart.
Not a short one but no one ever fallows a thread/.... not here not anywhere else