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Truth’s Big Sister

I watch from on high

Staring down

observing what I have built so far

Maybe it is not quite a town

not quite a home

Not quite a life

but I am getting close

Battle lines still encroach

My axe is heavy in my hands

Blood still drying on my skin

No clear winner

But who wins when all is already lost

Well… not all

All that I wanted to lose

Until we meet again, wretched foe

Survival of the fittest is not just for the beasts

Do you hear that roar?

Karma calls… Truth’s big sister


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