Tormented
Constant anarchy in my mind
Late nights losing myself in fantasy worlds
Worlds I understand, to replace the one I dont
A constant battle between those who want to accomplish something
And those who question that thing
I have no say who the victor is
I am the rolling hills shattered by cannonade
I am the plains marched over by minutemen
I am the sky, impaled by musket balls and cannonballs
I am the soil, drinking the blood, sweat, and tears of soldiers
I wish to fight no more forever















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