In the game of hypocrisy,
they raise their mighty swords.
Thinking that each one is a comrade.
But then again no,
rather an enemy in disguise.

Here I watch and witness each ******
Each drop of blood a waste until it ends.
I'm torn between pitying and saving
these disgraced souls going to straight to God knows where.

The fight isn't over
At least not yet.
I'm waiting for the last battle cry.
And there I will clean the soil from their blood.
From the immaturity of them all.

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