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Peak #1,659
Peak in subgenre #384
Author
Paul Cho
Rights
Paul Cho 2005
Uploaded
November 15, 2005
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MP3 7.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
¡°In loving memory of my father,¡± who gave his life for his people; who had ostracized and alienated him because he did not fit into their mold of normality. Tell me why I live in a place where courage and sacrifice is considered an abnormality.
This will be a short-lived celebration to honor his sacrifice. But soon he will be forgotten and lost amongst past heroes in the back end pages of history books buried beneath the ruin of everything that came before us.
A hero¡¯s name is evanescent, mere bagatelle, in this place where the past holds no significance. And yesterday¡¯s news is a day too old. Their fast paced lifestyle has no room for remembrance. ¡°What have they done for me recently?¡± one will say. And to his face I will reply, ¡°I am Brittanicus, son of Calinotia of Chromia, he saved the lives of you and your family. Had he not done so then, he would surely save you now.¡±
And with that I will pierce his flesh with the blade of my knife and bring honor to my father¡¯s name. The second will bring the justice served cold like my father¡¯s cold dead hands. The third will cleanse this man¡¯s soul with the removing of the head of the beast. But this will only be the beginning of my wrath. For his love ones will suffer more the consequences and repercussions of his foolish words and actions. They will remember my father¡¯s name. They will remember what he did; the sacrifice he made. As I cause their throats to bleed and their vocal cords to strain as they scream for mercy, I will bring honor to his name. In redemption for having made him an outcast, as a father of an illegitimate son, I will bring him glory albeit after his heroic death.
I awake with a start at the sound of my mother¡¯s screaming voice. I look out the window to find the village in flames, the sky filled with falling stars. The Titanians have come. Where is my father? He is not home. What were those images in my dreams; of my future and my father¡¯s death? Were they prophetic visions or just a nightmare? I run out to the front door where my mother is standing, screaming. She is calling out his name, my father¡¯s name. As I step out I see my father running towards the house. My mother calls out once more, ¡°Cali¡¦¡±
