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.



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


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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