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...they act as if they were warriors...are we at war, of course we are...no doubt in that...have they ever fought, fought through anything..anything at all...the lines are scattered, no union exists...brotherhood is an idea only...we exist in small groups...beyond that at war with ourselves and eachother...our common enemy will not unify us...it in the begining once, when the idea was pure and free of corruption new fresh to the air and world..an old art in a newfound skin and form....it like anything became infected soon thereafter, but it is the way of man....sin is a part of our nature, the struggle for decency and greed within the individual...aims for hate, reasons for hate....aim for love...no reason beyond what exists, we are so divided now.....too many to bring together, no sense of country, no sense of countrymen...branches extend from stems feeding off forgotten roots, alone was the place we found ourseloves..with our individual suite of armor and weapon of choice we fought ourselves before we caught sight of the enemy...is there a blindfold to remove, a mask or bonds to shed...are we held back by our own or the others rule...so easy to blame the others....hide from your reflection, face the world without facing yourself...no more legends shall be born, no tales told of this time....a dark age of stagnant physical and mental death....the individual is all that exists, their world...a different world than what you and I see? maybe...the place...the same...different eyes rest upon it....always a good day to die, always a good day to live....live for tomorrow...arrive to find only hopes of the next tomorrow after that....but hope is not something I like to promote....and no longer ill dwellings and tidings.....still I remain facing myself and the world....the furthest behind I have ever been, but I face it still with more peace than ever Ive had....are we at war still? Of course, always....it never does ends