Grace In The Fight Poem by Adrians Vasiljevs
Grace In The Fight
What have I got to do?
For this life to become alright.
Sleep, thrive and fight?
Cause blood's all I see within my sight.
As i put up a fight every night,
Without a care if I might die.
So my questions still stands,
What humans are truly made for...
Whether to really start wars?
Leaving behind many scars,
And acting like the justice guards.
The truth is all about the lore,
Nobody needs much anymore,
But I'll rise even if I'm sore,
Without a need for praise,
I'll survive for my own grace,
Thriving in this war to leave a trace,
Even if others do it for a paycheck raise.
(cont.) BUT...there was nothing for 'god' to write with OR on, ....so 'God' just gathered some dust and spit and created 'Man' for fun & with no real plans beyond that.
I'd put '? ' after line 2, not after line 1. 'So my questions still stands, What humans are truly made for...' Damn if I, Bri, know! ! ! ! Perhaps a 'god' had some thoughts on her/his/its coffee break and wanted to write poetry. (cont.)
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1/21/2026 7:21:25 AM # 1.0.0
And humans did not know WHY they had been created, nor how nor why. Over years, 'man' naturally fell into the 'warring mood/mode', especially as available land and resources began to become scarce? ? ? ? ; (