Two opposing soldiers standing face to face, weapons drawn.
Another time, another place; it wouldn’t need to be like this. Another word, another phrase; we wouldn’t feel and live like this. Another lie, another truth; we wouldn’t need to see like this. Another voice, another name; the guns would never need to bang like this. Another me, another you; we wouldn’t stand in silent fear like this. Another world, another life; we wouldn’t hear the internal screams like this. Another time, another place; perhaps we could have been friends? Another time, another place; we wouldn’t need to kill and end our lives like this.
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