a writer reflects on the times that he lives in, and discovers an epiphany. |
To be a writer of such tranquil times gives little to watch or write. But what it is, is what it seems. A time of peace can bring about recovery, But only times of war may bring discovery. The true nature of men only emerges on the brink of broken dreams. Only then may men learn to grow wings. Wings that free them from the oppression of many. Freedom to see the world, so few can see. A world of broken dreams, so many fail to see. A world where darkness seems to over whelm the light. But it is the men with wings that bring down the light. A single candle that will be the light of many. The light that will break the darkness so many seem to carry. The darkness that holds The light with in, the light that will bring about our deepest desire. The desire to be free from this world of oppression, the world that men created. For it is not God that will break the bonds of darkness, but only the strength of men may set us free, men must bring an end to there own oppression. Only then, can they bring their dark world into the world of the light. |