A Mind Infinite

Infinity: The Views of a Dreamer

Maximilien’s Sword

Enter within realms of golden wonder,
gaze upon the majestic throne of emeralds
Sword of truth,
raised toward the sky
Reflecting rays in the brilliancy of the blade,
neither of royalty or noble blood to command power of that beyond divinity
Across the face of the commoner,
reflecting light of truth
Sword in hand,
all fall to their knees in awe of the severing of vindictive lies — sewn upon generations as a plague

Behold commanding with a voice of righteous fury,
disembowelment of parasitic power structures draining the lives of the genuine
Cobble stones run in fluttering streams of crimson blood,
cursed to blackness; swiftly purified by truth’s flame
Passion of chants,
ranks fall in line under the sword
Marching through pillars of smoke,
under the weight of their burning feet– the old world crumbles

Flames rise,
wondrous purification of what once was
Submitting to the truth by sword,
that it shall never be raised from it’s ashes to see a new day
Faces blend as one,
one of all; all as one
Prevailing through hills of blood,
witnessing the blossoming flowers of tomorrow

Days as yesterday,
no more to be
Mundane static of exploitative voices droning through ears,
muted to be heard never more
Raising from ash,
an empire of mankind’s dream
Each sword and pen,
paving the arduous path toward tomorrow
Unlocking– sword as key,
gates once slammed shut by might of king and emperor
Where once man was doomed to stand on the outskirts,
masses pour through besieging their way
To plow the future of tomorrow barehanded as one,
ensuring fields of history to be their destiny

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