Just when I thought I hit it
Just when I thought the blood is done pouring,
The tears are done flowing
My mind is done
Playing shadow games, chasing
Reality in halls of mirrors
No use in diving, no use in tears
No use in screaming the obvious
No use in hurting
Again and again, only for
The fleeting pleasure of crystal against blood,
Cold steel against my pulse.
I run. Adrenaline flowing, I declare
War on a land in which no human have ever stepped.
Blood rushing, armor piercing bullets
The noise of rifles and cannons and feet.
My army rushes forward.
From the rocks, from the dirt, from the filth
Arises the enemy.
I stand ready.
Bring it on.
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