Fight to the Death

Here I stand, stranger in the distance

There you stand, my stranger, a'wond'rin'

I seek to know, seek assistance

From whence I came? Your stranger, a'sund'rin'?

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Existentially feared, history stolen

It was final, when, what-it-is became what-it-was

Your bombs on me, blistery, inclemently fallen

Fiend! Your bombs, on me, was the way, what t'was

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I seek to know, betwixt us, who really won

I seek from you, transfixed, the very same

Whose bombs of both, fell last, till nearly none

Whose bombs, at last, when Kingdom came

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Your bombs were, coverty, launched first

Nay, I heard it reversely occurred

We fought back honorably, so coerced

We fought indomitably when, first, you erred

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The final blows, predictors

Of the winners of the war we waged

Who's left last, standing, the victors

Of a world that's left, so razed

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Nothing-left, strangely, posthumously unites us

We must, insanely, agree on that

We can agree, inanely, there's nothing, thus...

We're reduced to one-and-the-same--begat

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You're one of us, half the world, now

You're one of us, the other half, too

I look for me, a brother, in thou

When I question your brotherhood as true

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Not finished, you and I, perhaps

We retreat, some, to our respective sides, unprotected

Each eyes, we, the dregs and the scraps

While perceived cheats become our guides misdirected

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I confront you, gravely demanding

Whilst, I, regather to beat my people's blow

And I, too, ward off, bravely withstanding

You'll see me affix your defeat in tow

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When just one's left, standing defiant

Against the one, on the other side, mirrored

The cracked glass won't resilver the giant

Reflections are equally reversed, but feared

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Let this eleventh hour decide our war

Two left stanzing, but only one, so written, returns

We each have left only fists and teeth and core

We each want to win, to rule a world--so smitten--that burns

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My tears of war and honor flow prolific

Till my own war dries my eyes in the dust

The spoils are Pyrrhic, terrific, and acidic

Our worlds, Mars has buried, under chariot rust