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Conflict

Some curious sight caused a feud,
Since it had no sense or value,
Sounds of chaos soon filled the air,
Signalling the start of despair,
Stomach turning sorrow arose,
Sicker than what sadists can boast,
Scars that would be seen clear by none,
Shaped due to the shameful things done,
Any worthy advantage gained,
Always emerged assured to fade,

Animus looked as though it'd stay,
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