The battlefield still smolders,
oppressive gray smog hovering
The landscape is scarred,
ravaged reminders of war.
Origins borne of uncertainty,
fear spurred by righteousness
and a disgust of imperfection,
prolong the futile fight.
Subtly, imperceptibly,
defenses strengthen,
confidence renews
but the opposition
will not be silenced.
War is hell.
Unfair, biased,
blinded, deceitful.
Sacrificing the innocent,
destroying potential.
War is hell –
especially when….
the battleground
is the Self.
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