The Great War

My hand shakes as it grips the wooden piece

My template is laid before me

Is this so great now?

Why did we abandon our bodies?

A shell as much as the ones below us

Empty, both killers

What was once illuminated by copper

Is now resting with the dirt and dust of the Earth

As are you my enemy

As are we all

Left with divided hearts

Despair and loss

Credence was gripping my neck firmly with it’s hand

The truth is now blackened

I take a stand

For my final introspection

My hand shakes as it fires the wooden piece

I realize

There will never be peace

As the only pieces that remain

Are those of hope scattered amongst the soil

The grounds we walk upon

Will be haunted by the division of mankind forever

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