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Date Posted: 00:06:55 05/21/03 Wed
Author: Chaos... feeling a little saddened
Subject: A final farewell to a voice of reason...

I wrote this immediately after I returned from publishing the last issue of "The Voice" ever. The paper's been shut down next year, I'm graduating and the editor-in-chief is retiring.
This has been a rough end to a long road.


Gone. The last stand fought to a bitter end
We stood, in the torrent of the storm,
Crying out against the darkness,
Trying vainly to grasp on last handful
Of the edge, before plummeting into the blackness below.

As we scramble for a sturdy place, amongst the cliffs
A shower of rocks fall, beating us back against the face
A stream of words, a bite of speech, stinging the deep cut wounds
Keeping us from safety, loosening our grip
But we cling, desperate but determined. We will win.

We claw to the top, pull up over the lip, stand in triumph.
But one more obstacle stands in our way, looming in the distance
The ultimate, the only, the nemesis to our survival
A darkness so inky black, so grossly large, so powerful
With a mere thought, we’ll be thrown from our perch, down to where we started.

We’ve been weakened, to the point of fracture,
Our pieces scattered in every direction, each trying to stay
Huddling in a mass, angered, riled, but weary
Hearts, souls, imaginations, slowly being crushed, slowly being twisted
The fight has been long, it has been hard, overwhelming.

But time will tell, and tell again, one day
We will win. We’ll crawl back up with newfound determination
It may not be us, but those who come after, bringing with new views,
We’ll live on, in the hearts of some, in the memories of many, in the actions of few.

For now our losses we all mourn
But in our wake, an echo is born.

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