The threshold is open, and wide;
there is room here for all of human kind,
yet the place is deserted of souls,
all running around… lost.
Looking for the Holy Grail, they all went.
Crusading past bounds unknown.
Searching beyond boundaries experienced before,
to places of more pain, more stress and grief for all!
To the edges of darkness and foul grounds,
to the cliffs of hopelessness, and suicide lounge.
In droves we all undertook the cross, and challenged abound, battle ground bound,
we raised our torches, swords and horses, charging head on to the bowels of darkness.
Perhaps it is the charter of our kind to walk the battle grounds of despair and sadness…
volunteer mercenaries of some universe creator,
the hounds sent to sniff out all the hopelessness, rape in anger, and trespasses.
Sentinels of a greater project,
the arrowheads that push the envelope open.
The naïve starting soldiers that brave into the first waves of a takeover,
the runners that cross the mind fields full of determination and wonder.
Waves we are, that like an ocean crush into and asunder any particle we find blocking the light from the darkness.
An amazing feat we have chosen to undertake to help bring the light to all corners of consciousness.
What price we have paid to bring it all together is that we forgot we were souls at home in a place full of wonder.
We forgot we are Merlins and went into battle as plain human doings.
Claim your wizardry, and go back into battle if you wish.
But this time be armed with the knowledge each and every one of us, is the Holy Grail.
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