Vital, the differences playing
the themes in their minds.
Insightful, the chemistry claiming release.
Doubtful, the instincts of peace.
Burdened by the cross they carry.
Hopeless, the established query.
The answers that abound don't set them free.
Terror echoes through the halls of their democracy.
Equal, yet above them all, inflated egos scream.
Maniacal, the power that they dream into reality.
Win the battle, then ingest the war.
Precision strikes can't make it right.
Their innocence was lost too long ago.
And there, within the shadows
of the black and white they play,
their games become the price they have to pay...
? Michaelette ?
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