Battle Cry of the Downtrodden
You might have hurt me in the past, but you won’t ever have that chance again.
I am more than you. I am stronger than you. You can’t hurt me. You can’t stop me. You can’t make me less than you.
I am victorious. I’m still standing.
Is that the best you can do? Try something else.
I’ll still be here when you’re old and gray.
Nothing you do can make me less than I am.
I am mighty. I am strong. I’m here until forever.
You think you’re tough. I’m beyond tough. I left tough back in the dust next to your weakened heart.
You think you’re big. I’m bigger than the universe.
You can’t hurt me. Your strikes only make me stronger. Every foul word, every foul play you make against me only serves to make me better. I get stronger; you get weaker.
I am more than you will ever be.
Nothing you say can hurt me.
Nothing you say can make me less than what I am.
You stand before me. I tower over you.
You think you’re quick. I’ve already moved.
When I step forwards, you’re pushed backwards by force of my trailing energy.
I can break you with my pinky.
You think you have hurt me. You think you are the best.
I know I am the best.
You’ll never stand in my way ever again. I don’t have to move around you. I can walk straight through your heart and come out clean on the other side.
Your soul is weak.
I don’t have to listen to your words. Your words are like the buzzing of a fly around my head. One SMACK and you stop.
You’ll never stop hearing me. You’ll see me everywhere. I won’t stop. I won’t quit. I don’t give up.
I’ve faced your best. Here I am. Bigger than ever.
Want to try my best on for size? You won’t handle a minute of my force of will.
My strength is everlasting. I walk forwards into the night. Monsters step backwards to let me pass. I can hear danger before it acts.
You’re weak. You’re small. You can’t handle me.
I don’t believe you. I don’t trust your words. You’re not the truth. You’re not even fact. You’re nothing. You don’t even make me laugh. I don’t even see you. You’re too small.
I can reach out over oceans.
You can barely touch your toes.
I can jump over treetops. You can’t even get the gum off of your shoes.
I’m not afraid of you. You can’t hurt me. Every time you lash out at me, you only hurt yourself. My armor is too strong for you. It ripples like the wind and flows like the water of a tsunami.
You can’t make me do anything.
You think you’re funny. I think you’re nothing. You’re not real. You’re not here. You’re not me.
I make my own way.
My paths last longer than the roads of the Romans.
You’re lost in your own yard.
My heart is stronger than your breath.
You can’t stop me. You can’t hurt me.
You aren’t me. I don’t let you control my destiny.
I’m more than you.
My soul is worth more than yours.
I can see through rock and darkness.
You stand in a brightly lit room and can’t see me.
I can yell in your face and be gone in an instant.
Your voice doesn’t even ripple my consciousness.
I won’t stop for you. Never again.
If you get in my way, I’ll step over you.
If you yell in my head, I’ll bury you.
One punch and you’re gone.
Even if you turn my friends against me, I won’t stop.
You’re smaller than a flea and have less firepower.
I can spot you in a crowd. You won’t see me unless I want you to.
I’ll be in your nightmares until the end of time.
I won’t remember mine.
You strike out against me.
I’ll blow you over.
You throw bombs at me.
I’ll freeze them mid-air.
You cast me out and turn your back on me.
I start my own society. I turn my back on no one.
I won’t leave you alone. Not anymore. You had your chance.
Nothing you say or do will ever hurt me. I can stand against a hurricane of your words and not become mussed.
You can’t make me stop.
You can’t change my path.
You can’t lead me astray.
I am a compass.
I am a direction unto myself.
I am an unknown flavor.
You’ve never seen a shade quite like me.
Nothing walks beside me. I fly next to all.
Whenever you stop, I’ll be there.
Wherever you run to, I’ll exist.
When you stop for water, I will fill you with the taste of sand and dust.
I am nothing.
I am everything.
I won’t stop.
You can’t hurt me.
I am not afraid.
I am myself squared.
The universe knows my name.
Every star knows my scent.
The particles of the world are my cousins.
The planets are my mother.
The downtrodden are my family.
We multiply faster than you can breathe. We don’t stop for you.
We are stronger than all others.
Our minds work faster than lightspeed.
We morph and slide and break through all barriers of life.
Nothing you do can stop us.
We understand adversity.
We understand hatred.
We understand isolation, pity and desolation of spirit.
Yet still, we continue. We don’t stop. We don’t lie down and wait to be conquered.
We are the conquerors.
We are the victors.
We are the mighty.
We are giants to all others. We reach out to all.
We speak every language.
We dance every step.
Every song knows us.
Music is our fuel.
Art is our food.
Logic builds our roads.
Beauty fills our hearts.
You can’t stop us.
We’re more than you.
We’re not afraid of you.
We don’t stop.
We don’t roll over.
We think more than you.
We feel more than you.
We are more than you.
If you take one of us out, three more take his or her place.
You think you are superior.
You think you are perfect.
You’re blind to the dance moving around you.
You’re sitting in a dark cave waiting to die.
We’re the young.
We’re the old.
We are light.
We are air.
We are here for all eternity.
And we fear no one.
~ by lastcrazyhorn on July 3, 2008.
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