Two swords meet in battle
One anger;
One love.
Both ends of the spectrum
circumventing one another for years
Now meet today.
There is a middle ground
Called peace
They stand on it
While fighting.
The air is full of passion
Unrelenting, and unforgiving
Someone will need to die today
To put this war at ease.
Neither will abate
Nor will they retreat.
Revenge?
Maybe.
Your head swirls with the idea
For a moment
Until you remember the legal ramifications.
For days this war goes on
And you allow it
To continue
Relentlessly.
Yet someone comes along
And tells you they are angry over something
You tell them to get over it
While you continue your battle.
Whichever one you concentrate on
Is the one that you will allow to win.
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