Patterns of fate: our struggle unfolding
Unraveling future in our hands are revealed
Grasp the quill that penned the songs of dawn rising
Arise horizon's children, begin an epic unsealed.
Dreams of liberation stir sleeping blood by morning
Light long lost, these silent souls pursue
Ad astra per aspera: heed lessons learned from mourning
Weave living songs of greatness, honor and virtue.
It is NOT a matter of chance, but a matter of choice.
Now we bleed for we need to heed destiny's voice
(historic trivia: the quill that penned the dawn of PUGADLAWIN was from an eagle's bloodied left wing. Such information is both literal and metaphorical..hmmm..after reading BETWEEN the lines, you might enjoy reading DOWN the lines..first letters only.. Aaah, its good to be back..)
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