civil war.

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my body a graveyard of unseen Violence
dried blood caking my Existence
my memories of Bloodshed and battle cries
an unforgivable wasteland of Fire

and the Stillness calls my name
calling me back home
oh to that place i never did Know
where the snow drifts through me

a passionless Blade that i used to carry
in my back pocket to War
its edge Rusted and Ruined
like the soldiers before me.

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