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Echoes of Conscience: Wrestling with War and Love

If you dislike war, why do you fight?

In your time of leisure, do you hear my cry?

I can tell; You won’t deny,

That we are all gladiators, of an absent might,

Praising the lords that will vanish at night,

Walking straight to a shadowy light,

In your essence of love, do you really comply,

With a monster of nonsense that entraps us to die?

Confort me please, do you want me to bite,

A tomorrow of love or a fate to deny?

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