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The Battle (Free verse) by Birdman42s

The Battle I feel his presence dwelling within, His heart filled with hatred, his mind filled with sin. He is waiting for his turn, his time to begin, He is as brutal as a cyclone, as dry as gin. He begs to be let out, tormenting from under my skin, Taunting as he tells me "this time, let the games begin" But for now all he could do is grin. but sooner or later he will win. DLB

Frass 26-Mar-03/10:38 AM
I thought this would be about Iraq, Brdmn. If the battle is within, what's it over...alcoholism, violent urges, etc., or just the general evil potential within humans? And thanks, Nwb5, for your very cogent comments.




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