The battle was already on when I wrote what I could see.
As blind as a bat, yet as insightful as those who can taste the light.
Then I understood.
-Finally understood.
That those who struggled before me where no men or god.
Nor good or wrong.
The shadows, the mere impresions of the ones I truly understand.
Because hope will forever remain too far.
Merely a simple idea brought to my mind, of a universe of complex,
disturbing white lights.
The message here can be applied to anyone.
Because of what I am observing of this fight.
Words always have two sides.
The word itself of normal use, and the deep, dark thought of the expression itself.
Sided to any of them I stand as of now.
A mere expectator of things to come.
Because I am weak. I am old and temporal.
And this joust will take its toll on everyone.
I am just not worthy of knowing the one, true end.
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