A Choice

It didn't have to be this way.
A choice is made
each moment of each day.
To leave or stay.
To go away for good.
They stood upon the brink,
but never blinked.
Blinded by empowerment.
Unrighteous wrath their instrument.
The blows were struck in unison.
The blast creating great, forsaken voids.
Side by side, they battled on.
The animal inside still growled.
It said "Leave me alone!"
Warring on, they never learned
to listen very well.
A strike and a hit.
The fuse had been lit.
Destructive time is counting down
the scraps of unused minds.
It didn't have to be this way at all...

? Michaelette ?

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