Small, little words
That means nasty things
Black lies, loneliness
Cuts, scrapes, and burns
Neglect and defiance
All the screaming rings
Long nights, slow days
Nobody ever learns
Fights that continue
Scream after scream
Fighters fight for excitement
Defenders fight from fear
The battle goes on
Night, day and in between
Blood spilled, bones broken
Cries of pain you hear
Enduring deaths of friends
And the loss of many more
If there was an end
The people would be beat
Each little part of them
Would be very sore
Finally when it ends
The others will retreat
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