I sometimes wish to sleep,
For then it will be over.
But I cannot lay down my head,
Waking to find it all ruled by my brother.
Restless pacing all the nights,
Insatiable hungers pushing through,
The endless battles we are waging,
Fighting for our own versions of the truth.
I cannot let him be victorious,
No matter how bloody the war,
He is too much the extremist,
And his life has gone too far.
Don't think these battles are epic,
This war is not cold, it's frozen.
The first blow and last fall together,
how long before the winner is chosen?
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