The_Sweetest_Thing
MacPhisto's serving wench
On the battlefield
Uncertainty and reason struggle
Yearning to taste victory, I fear
Its sweetness
Bound to my weapons, I am
The enemy
Those outstretched hands
Are buried beneath the noise
Weighed down by insecurity, I cannot
See myself
Purging this feeling, I crave
An end
A bittersweet victory
Enveloping a million defeats
Hoping for emptiness, I'm left
Filled up
Forced to an ideal, I become
An empty shell
In the war for control
The consequences often outweigh the benefits
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Whoa...I don't know if I should have done this. What have I done? Can it work both ways?
Uncertainty and reason struggle
Yearning to taste victory, I fear
Its sweetness
Bound to my weapons, I am
The enemy
Those outstretched hands
Are buried beneath the noise
Weighed down by insecurity, I cannot
See myself
Purging this feeling, I crave
An end
A bittersweet victory
Enveloping a million defeats
Hoping for emptiness, I'm left
Filled up
Forced to an ideal, I become
An empty shell
In the war for control
The consequences often outweigh the benefits
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Whoa...I don't know if I should have done this. What have I done? Can it work both ways?
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