Our cause is just; Our souls press on

We will be victors or we will be martyrs.{Submissions accepted.} 

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Ferocious - Submitted by SeesawSiya

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Rebellion - Submitted by x2die

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[coldofflesh]

            even when our bones are cracked and b r o k e n                                        we won’t give up

[sacrosanctsuggestion]

I’ll drown you and make it look like a baptism.

[resistancesuggestion]

i’ll kick your throat in and trap your viper tongue in the cage of your trachea

[resistancesuggestion]

i thought my death would bring them fire

but so many dead leave my memory like muck in a gutter

why have you forgotten me, brother?

[resistancesuggestion]

there’s screaming across the battlefield: ripping from the throat of a man I’ll never know but for the shape he held before I sent a bullet into his spine.

[martyrsuggestion]

be a fighter until there’s nothing left to fight.

[resistancesuggestion]

Make me ask where my god is.

[resistancesuggestion]

We do not seek to climb the ranks of the tyrants. We will buckle them at the knee from the lowly place they forcibly assigned us.

[poeticsuggestion]

I’m dying for something big and beautiful and greater than me.

[martyrsuggestion]

a slow but sure slip into narcissism.

[resistancesuggestion]

a rapid but uncertain rush into violence.

[resistancesuggestion]

A row of lit candles, more powerful than the broken windows and blazes behind it.

[martyrsuggestion]

I washed my skin, in the wine you spilt. I am dull and red, and I am sorry.

[vindictive-suggestion]

I washed my skin, in the river Styx. I am sharp and gold, and I am angry.

[lilting-lavender-laurals]

I washed my skin, in the sunset sky. I am mute and lavender, and I am lonely.

[royalsuggestions]

I washed my skin, in something gold. I am vicious and powerful, and I am hungry.

[dragonsuggestions]

I washed my skin, in the fires of old. I am reborn and beautiful, and I am free.

[abstractsuggestions]

I washed my skin, in earthbound dreams. I am tired and worn, and I am content.

[resistancesuggestion]

I washed my skin, in gunpowder smoke. I am strong and weary, and I am incensed. 

[resistancesuggestion]

Even when the light fades and turns our irises into a murky cloud, we have won. Our tales will be told when our forms have turned to dust.

[resistancesuggestion]

Mud squelches underfoot, as if trying to escape the wet plodding of our boots. The ground beneath us yields, as if it as as frightened as we insist our enemies be. 

[voicelesssuggestion]

i hope it rains again soon. rain is one of the only things i could never hate

[resistancesuggestion]

The rain soothes, the rain drives. More powerful and steady than all nature’s forces. We are the rain.