The Last Wall
How many walls have fallen in your time alone?
Is the price we pay to build them time and again worth it?
The barriers and moats that we construct against outsiders for protection
Are always torn down, overrun, or traversed by means we never considered.
Boundaries are marked, and flags are flown to show the world what is yours
Yet in an instant it can just as easily be taken away by another less caring
The things we hold dear torn asunder by callous hands and unfeeling hearts
Left to pick up the pieces of our shattered lives, walls are rebuilt, but never enough
To you, my enemy, I say that the the moment is at hand.
Bring your hatred, your vices, your machines of war.
Call your minions, for take heed... this will be the fight of your life.
Plan your attack well, and let the onslaught begin.
The last wall will not be breached. It is built not of stone, nor metal
You may take some of the things I hold dear, but you will never win.
Even mighty ocean waves break against the shores without