with what

As my heart wounders
weather to strid away from
you or stay and totake a hit
then wilt like a rose I think
I'll take the hit as I ask
wich is more honorable
to die while fighting for
freedom or fleeing with
wing and clucking
thogh i could have run
upon my sword and end it
I decide to hold and let you
run me through instead of
not taking the possible card of
mercy in the next hand
as i play the deadly game of
rusain ruliet with cards and swords
instead of a buillet and gun
mine is a more strategic game
while running my hand across
my dull mind pleding on
my knees for you to end it with a
strock of the blade and destroying
the hand of death that destroied
the once peaceful plan of life
pulling havick on what I touch
with my hand and what I wild
with my mind.that destories
what it makes for as I smith my sword
I wounder is it worth it?
is it worth killing what makes the
world whole what makes it turn just for a
simple victory only the eye can see
what makes what it takes to destroy
what makes the plain of death so peaceful and
purshasive to the human eye and what makes
us take that first step of pain,destress,death and love
rolled and rapped in i nice and neat package for
they say curiousity killed the cat more like curiosity
killed the man for we only take that step to get closer
to that package and as we make it we open ravagely
some take there time others tear with oblivous manners
as it opens we start the short path of death some run the
path most walk the path not nowing the courses path
for some workon the path making look good to fool the
eye laying the final bricks to close the gap between life and death
only the plainswalkers can walk the path and see the soul that
work with death as all there intent and only they foul the workers eye
as a palidin i stand to destroy this path making life more enjoyable
for i don't need a gun just a sword no sheild just my eye and heart
always set for love is the shield that i carry and can't be touched
for I always walk the thine line between love+life and hatred+death
as i thighrope walker keeping his balence never wanting to fall to ether
side not to weep for the slightest wieght can send off balence
and to my death and eyes of an eagle i see what destroies the heart
for i shall die eventually i will fall but there will always be the one who
fills in my fooot step and learns the ropes and to walk with grace
and to take a hit for i hope to see one who cuts the line and makes life eternal
for we would never die and the world might come to peace
but till then my the secret of the box be forgotten and only know by the
palidin that walks the rope may he truly be the enlightened one