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Three ages in two;
Maturity flourishes like
The weed in fertile ground
As the once innocent child
Sees their happy world crumble.
The world against itself,
Brother against brother,
Friend against friend,
Nation against nation.
The good is thrown out the window
To be trampled on
In the muddy streets
That hold lost hope
and crushed dreams.
The only world we know
Against its shattered self.
The battle of the centuries
Is time against itself,
The enemy against themselves,
The soldier against himself.
About the Creator
Ava D.
Music and writing-- two constants in my life that I'll forever be grateful for as I bring pieces of my heart to the page, my good side and my bad sides— hope all my sides are good stories to tell. Enjoy!!
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