ThreeLeggedChair

Standing here
          I realize
          You are just like me
          Trying to make history
          But who's to judge
          The right from wrong?
          When our guard is down
          I think we'll both agree
          That violence breeds violence
          But in the end it has to be this way
          
          I've carved my own path
          You followed your wrath
          But maybe we're both the same
          The world has turned
          And so many have burned
          But nobody is to blame
          Yet staring across this barren wasted land
          I feel new life will be born
          Beneath the blood stained sand

themainman69

@ThreeLeggedChair damn just found this again and its a pretty good poem
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