I struggle with lentil soup;
the unseen things are probably the only things worth fighting for.
Have you ever seen the grey sky fall,
or a sea of red over the plains?
Clashes of silver, faces pale.
Glory and gold; riches untold await,
yet darkened souls and empty shells remain.
In the battle of sanity over my mind,
I come to none but one conclusion-the world is crazy.
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