The Battle Cry of a Wild Thing: Three Simple Truths.

1. You will never be like us.

You’ve adorned the walls that box you in, become accustomed to your cage.

But we’ll defy the chains that shackle us, only shattered bits of shallow images will remain.

You won’t see the flying dragons, you won’t hear the sirens’ wails.

We will dance around their firey breath, their songs will fill our sails.

You won’t taste the crystal river, you’ve forgotten how to thirst.

We will waste away before we let them spoon-feed us your curse.

No, you will never be like us, because you don’t want to be.

You will choose to pay the warden,

We will never sell our free.

2. This is not a sacrifice, it’s a birthright.

A wild thing runs into the fire, knowing death is sure,

Yet it runs even faster, its purpose only pure.

It runs into the fire, it searches for the lights.

Those still left with beating hearts. Spirits worth the worthy fight.

It runs blindly without caution. Or fear for what will come.

We run because we HEAR their cries and we cannot be numb.

A wild thing never balances, calculates, or considers fate.

We wildly run, with the freedom of burning proudly in the flames.

We do not fear mortality, we did not come to win the fight.

We are the never-ending soldiers fighting emptiness with light.

We ARE the wall that will not fall, you will shudder at our might.

We’ve traveled a treacherous way to be here today, to be honored to stand and unite.

All we wanted was a purpose. To understand why we felt mal-aligned.

Suddenly wakened by your callous, gifted with consciousness, waiting for signs.

A soft cry became a chorus. Voices screaming in the night.

No longer mystery before us, we have finally found our right.

We rejoice to wear our shields of love. We’ve waited all our lives.

We know no fear, now finally here. Foot soldiers of the light.

Our voices though will echoe, our fires will inflame.

Battle cries to stir more wild things.

They will come to join our ranks.

3. We will always be free.

You can never catch a wild thing. No, you will never cage my soul.

I’ll smile at you through bloodied lips, thankful that I know.

You may take away my body. Ha. But I am not the flesh you see.

You have tried to break my spirit, but instead you set me free.

It was you that made me see the walls, the dragons, and the slaves.

It was you that lit the fire. You that burnt me at the stake.

You thought that you could break me, make me easier to sway.

So I will take this time to thank you.

 

You made me what I am today.

 

You took everything away from me, all the trappings of the cage.

Now I see the price of illusion, and I refuse to pay.

You can have your false stability, but I won’t sell my voice.

You refuse to see the suffering, for us it’s not a choice.

You’re so afraid of wild things. Of a thing that can’t be bought.

You may tell us what to think, and see, and feel, but we will not.

You simply cannot understand a wild thing, you keep breaking us, making us saved.

Now I see a sea of a glittering wild things, fearless knowing we’ll always be free.

Be leery of false prophets, they are leading you astray.

They’ve read our words, and learned our hurts, now they regurgitate our pain.

They offer you condolence. Pretty words to stroke your mane.

They fill your heads with silly words, soothing fear with Novocain.

I hear them all around us, their voices muffling our doubt.

They’re quick to give you answers. Quick to show you their way out.

Be leery of false prophets, no one should PROFIT in God’s name.

You know the holy virtues yet you ignore their blatant shame.

They give you something sweet to eat to take away your reason,

Then they sell you something blasphemous, glorifying holy treason.

Don’t buy their books, their classes, please remember what you know.

No prophet can sell righteousness, you must find it on your own.

Stay far away from these false prophets. Do not let them steal our thoughts.

They’re using us to study how feeling humans speak to God.

They repeat what we have learned, never going through the struggle.

Then they wrap it in a bow to entice the mass into their bubble.

Do not ignore your feelings, these evil spirits will disturb you.

Know yourself, please don’t ignore the voice that speaks within you.

Be leery of false prophets. These times are grave indeed.

Continue on your spiritual journey. Be safe friends, promise me.

These vampires don’t understand you. They will never know our pain.

Their egos have consumed them. They want the world to know their name.

Treacherous times before us, but we still have our faith.

Modest disciples still in search of God. We cannot lose our way.

But,

I see you well, false prophets. Your presence sickens me.

I feel everyone’s intentions. You simply cannot hide your greed.

Your petty, selfish ways will soon expose you to the soldiers.

Those like me, put here to see to ending your destruction.

So Be leery of the Empaths.

 

I encourage you to stay away.

Some of us have had enough. We won’t be used for evil’s way.