The Price Of Peace
by Corny Held
by Corny Held
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Liridona was fed up with being forced into line she wanted all those wars and that hatred to decline there was talk and convictons and all the world agreed and prophecies and wisdom, but no plan, still less a feat. So she went to the fanciful market of ideals where the goods are kind of abstract and the money isn't real Here they barter what is special, precious, rare, or dire whatever you may fancy, your beliefs, needs, desires This is the place where the spirits make their deals. Whatever you imagine, impossible or real, All values and all moods, what you need to pleaase your greed is available , but watch out, nothing there is cheap. There are stalls that offer things like work or success where you have to pay in lifetime or some happiness Others deal with kindness , power, or fame And for a part of your soul even evil is for sale There are dealers who sell hope, here your knowledge is the price Some swap kindness for the truth, and you'll get a bunch of lies Some trade honesty and insights at the price of love You get wealth or independence or a war and sign with blood. This is the place where the spirits make their deals. Whatever you imagine, impossible or real, All values and all moods, what you need to pleaase your greed is available , but watch out, nothing there is cheap. Liridona went through aisles full of powers, aims, and sounds and was attracted by a dealer selling peace, in any amount. So thrilled she asked how much it cost and how she'd have to pay She knew that's what she wanted when she heard the vendor say Freedom is, you know, the only currency I take the more you want, the more you pay, I'll balance out the weight So, how much the would you like, and how much can you pay? But Liridona didn't asnwer, she sadly went away. This is the place where the spirits make their deals. Whatever you imagine, impossible or real, All values and all moods, what you need to pleaase your greed is available , but watch out, nothing there is cheap. |
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