Embattled me that died
Alone on a barren hillside
Safe at last, or was it pride?
A bloody sword by my side.
My dangerous dear friend
Who hysteria and heartbreak penned
By my violent child forced to pretend
Life's pain twisting at rope's end.
All we, hiding on a hill
Clutching our hoary swords, still
For the children whose hope was spilled
Violence became quite the thrill.
Will we recover, sister and brother?
So much pain it makes me shutter
What about you, my lover?
With the sword we pierce each other.
See, we all bleed
Forgiveness is all we need.
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