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Saturday, August 8, 2015

Tug of Dissent

The mouth froths teeth clinched at the bit.
Pounding rumbling the distance drawing near.
Clanking rattling thunderous sounds drowned
out by the roar of a single beating heart.

The wave of man crashes together in death
and opposing ideals.  Blood spills from the
thoughts of conquest and nobility.   Each right
to self and wrong about another.

To live.  To let live.  To embrace mind sets
so strongly others condemned to die.  This is the
beginning of tyranny where freedom strikes
back to survive.  This is war.

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