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Survival
During childhood It was all about imagination, As in opening a window For a fun, medieval war with full set of armor and a sword And fighting the foes who comes to fight. I'd always made it unfair For my enemies; Seventy-four to forty-seven And scoring a victory for my land. As each war was fought, many men were defeated and killed But with the stakes of losing my country and throne, Losing or surrendering was not an option. But a new enemy came, stronger than any other foe I fought, And his name was Evil Ken, A dark figure, with the same body tone as mine, His eyes were bright red, Both hands were sharp as kitchen knives, And his energy was pure darkness. Not only Evil Ken came, He put his contagious plaque Over my countrymen; One claw from his hands Feels like a painful parade Full of little ants Crawling into your skin. I'd thought in my mind That my soldiers can be healed And fight by my side, But it was too late. The meadows of my imagination Became little voices, Similar voices of fallen men whom I killed, And my muscles in my right wrist, Which had the power of democracy, Became the voices' weapon Of mass destruction And turning it against me. The percentile of me winning this war was 3:1, Favoring Evil Ken And fear came through me Like a man was getting executed by be-headed. I feared that I will be next on the chopping block Of iron and steel. So for this "Never-ending war" Between Evil Ken and his plaque Against me Multiple names were firing at me, Like bitch and a juvenile delinquent, But an unfamiliar voice came by my side, Like an angel from the sky flew down, And gave me evidence On how to defeat Him and his plaque. This evidence was Leadership, motivator, and a Survivor. The war ended with his plaque And Evil Ken was finally disperse. I may have won this war, But more will come in time And more men will be defeated.
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