Defeat
How merciless life can be
When all is won
Somewhere we loose
The turning point of time
Is
The realization
Of all things lost in war
How many noticed
The eyes with tears
The bloody gore
Hath made
All is insane and meek
Why the fight?
Why the bloodshed?
What do one own
That can be carried
Beyond death.
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