War of thought

The darkness grows

Washing everything, with its sting

The black of night drifts and covers

Blinding it all, making it disappear

Light is gone and with it the hopes fade

It is another step the say

We have to continue on

We might still make it

Some lose and some laugh

Some die and some live

Is there any difference?

If you feel it’s gone,

It’s over you might well be dead

And so the war of thought wavers on instead.


Part I of the war saga (11/07/2003)


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