a war between those of us who think that we can talk it out
and between those of us who think that we must fight it out
a conflict
of love versus hate
a crisis
of compassion versus abhorrence
a war upon ourselves
that no-one can win
neither the word
nor those archaic terrorists
Honour, and Pride,
and Vanity
definitely His favourite sins
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