or: We All Lose
My heart is wounded by this war
Says my mind
But I have no blood
My life is threatened by this war
Says my heart
But I have no fear
My mind is blocked by this war
Says my life
But I have no tears
What ever force they use
What ever fence they build
There is no end to blood
What ever fight they fight
What ever fact they defend
There is no end to fear
What ever land they conquer
What ever life they take
There is no end to tears
I know what I hear
I know what I see
I know what I feel
As much as I cry out night and day
Force will never go away
Force is futile
But it will stay
Sill, one thing is absolutely true
No one, and certainly not me and you
No one can win a war
How ever we see it through
© 2021
To every1 in I-P
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Readers are welcome! If you are willing to follow the iconian path, you should know that it is always you we are talking to, even if it is not. And that everything is true, even if it is not. We all are eternally united in the last space possible where even the impossible is real. We ought to believe the foretold: If we'll meet tomorrow, next year, or never, it doesn't matter, it's only time! And everything, even time is fiction.
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