Battlefield (poem)
Battlefield (poem)
Powers are given, love is a gift.
Life is a battlefield so they say.
But what are we really fighting for?.
The love for humanity,
The crafts that was meticulously carved
By our own creator.
A shepherd that never leave our side.
Brave is he that stays,
Through all unimaginable experiences
He who endures it to the end would be crowned as the survivor.
A second chance is given if you look outside the natural existence
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