Two men wage a silent war;
A pointless petty game.
He doesn’t know and he ignores,
Their motives are the same.
One called peace-a final card
To cease the silent war,
And one-his soul too foul and hard,
The card he never saw.
Two men fight a quiet war;
The declaration lost
To time long held behind a door;
Where the men’s paths had first crossed.
One man hopes the road soon ends
And starts a path more free.
He hopes the wounds of war will mend,
That one man, is me.
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