Battle

When the gates of illusion fall
they do not shake me,
the pillars of conformity collapsed, uniform
I stand firm in the settling dust
armies of the norm, the status quo, the system
are marching towards my stronghold, overpowering
I do not shake, I watching the merging against my liberty, unmoved
the wind rises in my favour
dream ships called from the east mobilise
I am not alone, the power is equaled,
opposition of this collective greed
finally defeated as the rising of moon dictates a new dawn