a vacation from devastation.
one thing after another hurling its way toward my fort.
The battles seemed so small, but when you're faced with one blow after another you tend to just want to fall behind.
every man for himself.
Something will help me out of this puddle of shit and blood
this poisonous gas, we're all forced to jump right in and see how long we can stand
but some will fall in the midst of it all.
and some will choose to get back on their feet and fight even when there seems like no end.
I'm trudging through this fire swamp and I see the oasis in the distance.
with bodies falling around me
some metaphors, some real
i can only daydream of the overwhelming pleasure you can never experience without the intolerable pain of the long roads you cross.
bliss.
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