War And Peace

Winners, ha. Never.

Air, thick with last breaths.

Rage reflecting off blood. Still;

And warm.

Natural to suffocate in the

Danger of wishing you were at

Peace.

Energy of the destruction fresh, you

Acclimate to it, breathing becomes balanced.

Calm again, you cry, and begin to hope

Even now.

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