-The banner waves in magesty, as it is carried through the battlefield.
-The hole-flaps are waving to me, giving their farewell.
-Someone gives a cry, a pierce to the temple, a ruckus to the ear.
-The sunlight in the bright blue sky tells no tales to calamity, a fight within a fight, confusion only God could comprehend.
[Yet we live this everyday, a constant struggle to understand who we are and what we're here for. Even though the fabrics of time are more like set in stone, we need hope that we can change it. If no hope, what do we have? Its fiery enemy, Sr. Gen. Logical, Rep., Ret.]
-So, in this chaos, this struggle, this battle, this fight; who wins?
Who wins? Do you even know?
I sure hope you do...
Because I don't.
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