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Two battles, one war,
No one, won war,
Yet one felt more defeat,
While the other felt less complete,
As if one was a puzzle missing a piece,
Sense of incomplete, since war incomplete,
Boiled red wine traces dirt,
Right before it enters bodies,
Speak of tension so strong,
Yet two different dimensions,
Two different worlds,
Neither world has and shall never collide,
Yet this battle and that battle, makes up this war,
Let’s explore the sides....
Truth is... I am the war, these battles are mine, I fight alone, my armor is gone, my spirit is strong, my heart and mind has done wrong, but I am alive, fighting wickedness inside.
No one, won war,
Yet one felt more defeat,
While the other felt less complete,
As if one was a puzzle missing a piece,
Sense of incomplete, since war incomplete,
Boiled red wine traces dirt,
Right before it enters bodies,
Speak of tension so strong,
Yet two different dimensions,
Two different worlds,
Neither world has and shall never collide,
Yet this battle and that battle, makes up this war,
Let’s explore the sides....
Truth is... I am the war, these battles are mine, I fight alone, my armor is gone, my spirit is strong, my heart and mind has done wrong, but I am alive, fighting wickedness inside.
Published 11th Feb 2020
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