war
yes, i am quite sure that i’d rather fight the war with blood and flesh than with time and tears. the cerebral field is much more treacherous than any terrestrial expanse. much less forgiving too; for the field that’s made of earth and grass sets you free when loss is nigh, but a loss in the mind sets the heart to fire and consumes the soul. it really is liberty or death. make me slave and give me freedom but let me fight this out and out, for time may starve the beast but it will leave me naked and empty, damp and cold, spent and worth no more.
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