Virginia Tech Anniversary

Flint and steel,
We are rugged individualists
And we are caught in the world of our own choosing:
Cowboys on the range,
Gunfighters on the street,
Ninja warriors in the sewers,
Comic book heroes.
Tied up tighter than Dick's hatband,
Suffering no fools
And we know who they are.
For we are fighting for our rights
And we are righteous
In our righteousness,
And all things are relative
But we know we are right
And everyone else comes up short.

A spark.
False prophets.
That inner knowledge
That leads me to that place
Of righteousness.
A prick at my thumbs,
A voice in my ear,
A dog in the neighborhood
Barking his anquish
And I hear the voice
Blowing in the wind,
And I hear the voice
Giving me my orders,
Sighting the weapon,
Pulling the trigger,
And I am somebody now
And they were wrong.

Terror and anguish.

A Bloody day.

A flame against the night's darkness.