The army
is coming.
The war is
about to begin.
There are
more of us then you realize.
A friend
of a friend of a friend.
A massive
force is waiting.
On the
edge of nowhere at all.
They are
building to wage a victory.
And can be
seen before you can call.
We are the
strong and the week divided.
We are the
weak and the strong combined.
All of us
aren't anybody.
We are all
an image of mind.
Beware our
demonic presence.
Beware our
angelic forms.
Beware our
haughty muscles.
Beware our
mental scorns.
We are
those that you would find humor.
We are
those that you choose too mock.
Some of us
you just dont realize.
There are
those who just wont talk.
Pretend
that your day is so normal.
And that
you are better then anything else.
Put your
wants in front of your dreams.
Place your
kindess up on a shelf.
But
eventually we are coming.
Eventually
each of us will stand.
We will
all be known as the meek.
In force
we inherit the land.
A man that
you left in your childhood.
A girl who
you laughed at in school.
A boy who
is always different.
A woman
who is yesterdays fool.
Beware our
army of nobodies.
We are
infinite because we still grow.
Pray that
you dont cause us to form.
Or the
army of one you shall know