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We in the world
Mixed with darkness and beauty
Find no balance
But a fight.
We wage
An unusual war,
Not a cage match,
Brawl to submission.
Rather, we submit.
Victory, not to the strong
Nor the swift
But to the lovers and losers
To the invisible
To those who have given
Everything.
To those able to offer
Nothing.
Not by might,
By mites,
Crumbs,
Mustard seeds,
Children.
Small things
With great love.
We look through the dark glass
And see the outcome
After those who gave all and
Received the reward the world
Bestows those who love fiercely and boldly:
Untimely death.
A dark world stood,
And still stands
