Internal War

There’s an army gathering

Skilled, self-grown,

Ready for war

The enemies weakness

Etched within their core

Marching forward they descend

Nerves quiver,

Breaths quicken,

Dark mist foggies the mind

Evil foe is stricken

The noise of battle deafens

Every strike

And painful scream

Vengeful hate seems endless

Peace a distant dream

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