†‡† War †‡†

Paroxysm, astounded at the sheer thrill of the fight,
Cascading metal spills through my shirt,
Drag my blood through the earth like a mark,
Fought for my pride and my pride won't be hurt.  

I empty some promises into the darkened abyss,
My true love is lost, and I won't lose what I miss,
I've bent bullets with love, and my love bends around me,
I've found beauty in decay, I won't deny this.

But these marks are mine, and scars are to keep,
I am proud of the honors I've been able to reap,
I am dark in this world, but light in the sky,
Red fluxes of energy, polar ice caps around heat. 

The End

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