Jul 16
Sage of Wales writes…
From the occasional Diary of the Sage of Wales:
A short entry because I do not want to forget this. Rupert and I were in the pub tonight and there was a guitar and vocals type bloke singing.
We went to the pub to drown our memories of today. Our host does not drink you see.
They are wonderful people at this place, and its well protected from any nasties. Alas, they are not only basically vegetarians they also don’t touch any stimulants.
And people thought it was only mainstream religious types of stayed off all that. Pagans can be just as straight-edge as Mormons or any one else.
I digress…must be the ale talking.
Anyway as I was sitting with Rupert lost in a mixture of my own thoughts, the ale and food coma. The steak had that effect on both of us.
The words of the song… or at least what I heard. I scribbled them on a paper napkin. I don’t even have any idea what its called.
Together is all
Us against them all
Standing for what is right
Not always about mightWhat is all is true
Get a bleeding clue
It’s about our survival
Not about silly rivalsIt’s a fight for survival
About our basic ideals
And what is truly real
Martyrdom ain’t our bag
Suicide is a total dragBut what you are
Be what you are
Is what got us all farStand up and fight for what is right
Stand up and fight for what is right
It just struck me as apt for what we are doing.
And hell it will beat the images I could be stuck with…the half-spawn of the deep ones glaring at me as we fend them off with our symbols. Driving the mutants back into the sea and closing yet another one of their land-falls.
Sweet dreams for me I hope…
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Storyblogging Carnival LXXV…
Welcome to the seventy-fifth Storyblogging Carnival. There weren’t many entries this time around, possibly due to the summer doldrums. Still, we have four stories this time, including one of my own. Enjoy.
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