Out of the chaos, a need for organization grew stronger
Reaching for a list and some boxes, the war began
Dedicating time to the battle, slowly the chaos was pushed back
Except they never saw the betrayal that was about to happen
Right at the moment the house was set straight, they had twins and that’s when chaos won
Steel girders littered the broken skyline
That the wind howled through
Reaching for her shotgun, Lily watched for the Others
Until she was locked away in her hidey-hole
Couldn’t be too careful ever since the Others had landed
The war for Earth had been devastating to both sides until the Truce
Under that, no new Other could come planetside
Relying on those already here to finish the job without destroying what was left of the planet
Except now no one knew who was winning anymore
Cold, cold logic sets fire to my imagination
Oblivious to the pain, I draw out tears of joy
Nothing can stop me but myself
That’s what makes creating so hard. It’s destroying simple things
Reaching the basic elements and then building complex structures on them
Always digging deeper and climbing higher
Searching for the thing that is always with you
That is the war of the abstract and realism that defines me
Can’t make it hot enough to please him
He scarfs down whole scotch bonnets for breakfast
I even saw him puree ghost peppers and drink it as a smoothie
Last Superbowl was the topper. The con carne concoction he brought was pure chemical warfare
Leaving us all to stare in awe and fear as he ate the whole thing without a single sniffle
It did come to no surprise that his intestines eventually got their revenge for his war crimes.
As her alarm heralded a new call to battle
Randi braced herself for another day in the trenches
Making her coffee extra strong, it sent her heart racing
On went her power suit and matching shoe briefcase combo
Reaching for her favorite pen, she was ready for war
Letting rip the giggles
As you roll around on the bed
Until your sides hurt, but you continue the tickle war
Gripping these times with your kid while you can
How fast these times will end.
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Focus on your wellbeing
Outside the world may be at war
Rally inside your inner walls to defend yourself
There you can rest till it’s time to sally forth to battle again
Some earth is rich and brown, ready for life to spring forth
Obviously this wasn’t that. The war had across this dirt
It was ashen gray and crumbled in Jim’s hands
Looking at the ruined horizon, Jim knew he had to make it work, or else…
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The waves ran onto the shore, advancing the front line, and establishing a beachhead under the watchful eye of the old man who was beaming in his full glory. Inch by inch, soaking the ground with their being, they advanced. Alas, after reaching a high point, the water retreated mere hours later, fleeing from the unseen enemy, morale broken. Wave after wave of reinforcements ran into the remnants that had been holding their ground, but those remnants were now fleeing back into the depths. This caused the reinforcements to crash helplessly short of the position the waves had previously attained, giving up precious territory that had been taken at considerable cost. The remainder of those that had taken the beach rested, their souls released to the sky to be born again in the heavens above. The retreat continued until the old man once again rallied his troops, hurling them towards the shore anew. Wave after wave poured their being into retaking what had been lost, the battle not finished. Over and over the battle was waged, but till this day no victor has been anointed, and the many tears shed for the fallen is why the ocean is so salty.
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