You fight it, Yet your still left shattered
You Face it, yet your still left wounded
You dispute it, yet your soul is still left tired
Why wage war when there is no end in sight
Why fight this Battle When there is no outcome
Why dispute this conflict when words are left absent
For the willing this fight shall never be ending
For the observers this fight shall for ever be
For reluctant this fight is a forced nerve
In circumstance lay tired
In truth we lay bare
In reality We lay exposed
In all we seek end
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