Child

Child

Draw back your curtains,
child.
Welcome to the world they call real.
It kicks you and taunts you,
child.
It tempts you and teases you,
child.
It loves you and leaves you,
child.
It desires you and needs you,
child.
It fulfils you and bleeds you,
child.
It knows you are fleeting like sound.
Welcome to the world they call real,
child.
Draw your curtains.

Resolute

Resolute

For it is time
To bear arms against the currents,
against the silence.
For it is time.

Man your stations,
Brute force, glance from shoulders
and strong jaw.
Man your stations.

Sentinel.
I will carry this world for you,
Stay, white flag.
Sentinel.

To protect and serve
It is time
to man your stations.
Sentinel.