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
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