Theater of War

Blinded by our illusions

We stay fast against the horde

Sharpening our weapons

Preparing for a victory or for a wake

The warrior tells themselves they are but servants

The defining moments of their life come to pass before the last rites are given

A time to reflect in a nano second if indeed they were justified

The mortality of our existence

The hubris of an ego left to rot on the field of battle

The control dynamic for our vigilance now seen

Do we perchance happen to resist?

Do we perchance happen to live?

What have we sacrificed?

What shall we manifest?

Left to sit in a rocking chair?

Left as lonely quiet sparks of a former self burnt out long ago

Lest we be in the theater of war

Damn the callousness of conflict

The conflict of what is outside us and what is inside us


DCG

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