Words Of a Feather

On the battlefield

Many people must take lives

In order to win

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Blood is never shed

Only two soldiers exist

Determining fate

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Swords shine in the sun

Stabbing one another’s heart

Until growing bored

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Fighting for our lives

Yet we will often wonder

“When can I give up?”

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Is this fight worth it?

Fighting to keep a close friend

So, so far away?

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I’m bloody tired

Wounds engraved into my brain

Until I’m released