I was told to pick a weapon
I was told to pick a side
He said
You’re born in to a war son
Ask not and just survive
But nevermind the questions
Paint peeling like dead skin
Rushing in the horizons
Are faces of what could easily be friends
Had we not been on opposite lines of squabbling heads
Who can’t fight for themselves
It’s unfathomable but no magic
This defiance of logic
Suspension of a part
Of the brain that actively believes
But who still has it?
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