Once, there was a war
And in this were there were no soldiers
Only two adversaries
And they both wielded a knife.
One said to the other
"Are you ready for the fight?"
Said the second the first
"But what are we fighting for?
Because you and I can't reconcile what makes us human, more?"
The first one drew their blade, offensive and on edge
"You've upset me greatly and for that your blood you'll shed"
Said the second to the first
"But can you tell me what I've done, to hurt you so deep down inside you think that this is just?"
The first gave a sly smile, lips curling at the ends
"Sometimes it's not about what's true, but what lives in your head.
Because what you did might not equate to what you think you've done.
And I for one feel deeply hurt for the nothing that was wrought."
"But can you tell me," begged the second "just what you're hurting for? I'm sure some how
We can find a way to better end this war. Because I, for one, don't want to waste you on
This filed today. I know, somehow,