you still haven't convinced me
that the filth and muck
and war
is all a joke. go on,
try me.
rise me.
lift me up into that smoldering city
because it's been so long since i had dreams,
real dreams,
and i ache to feel blood
pumping through my veins
dripping down my face.
the urge to fight
might just overcome
the urge to overcome.
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