This Battle

The hemisphere's fault line lies to the left and the right

One side states its case day while the other rests night

War between slugs it out as politically correct sits tight

This battle inside me knows there's no truce in sight

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Connected by a fragile cord severed by coagulated spite

Animosity grows a tumor fills space that blocks the light

Bumble bees blitzkrieg deafens with its angry sound bite

This battle inside me knows there's no truce in sight

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A pawn stands firm grasping the gold manning his fight

Locked in for the kill in a delusional scene spies a knight

Knowing the enemy, I hold my guard strong in its might

This battle inside me knows there's no truce in sight

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The cost weighs his pockets low too heavy for flight

Cold with his cash he buys emptiness slated tonight

Unencumbered I draw strength for a life to rewrite

This battle inside me knew there was no truce in sight

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The hemisphere's fault line lies to the left and the right

In the blink of minds-eye, opposing colors wash white

I cut the toxic tentacle to cure the strangulating blight

This battle inside me knew there was no truce in sight

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