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The War.

por: Emilio Pozas de Sexto Semestre


A battlefield, its where I stand

Blood dripping from my brow

Splattered, bruised and weak

For my life, I have to fight


My rival stares right through me,

Sees me vulnerable,

And surges to my side

Ready to strike when I’m down


I gaze through his blade,

And find my demise written

In his eyes.

I dodge back, its all I can do.


This fight that keeps raging,

This fight that won’t stop

This fight that I mustn't lose

It will stop,

until blood stops flowing through my veins.


My enemy so close to defeating me.

But I stand again.

I won’t give up.

I will fight for my dreams

I will fight for love,

I will fight for life.


We are stuck in a standstill

No one giving ground

No one striking the other

Both scared of losing the battle.


But this demon, is just another

Another I have to strike down

Another I can defeat

Another I can move past


This game is tiring, but its all I have

It takes all my strength to give one more step

But I continue against my fear.

I rise to the occasion.


It is another day in my life.

A fresh morning, yet not a fresh start.

It is a losing battle

I continue to struggle on.


Yet I won’t give up.

A blaze of iron crashing with iron

Swords springing from our sides

Knives ready to land.


And we both attack again

An endless battle.

Never-ending pain

An eternal struggle


The time comes,

When I come victorious

Again the demon is slain,

But I have little respite

Little rest, No time to relax


Because the war continues

And another takes its place.

It’s just the way of the

Nonstop crusade.

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