Civil War

A modest mayhem trapped in grey matter.

A taste of copper poisons the tongue.

The brutal memories taught you well. Violence now has few surprises and you know the outcome of the callous hand led by the cold eye.

The will to survive dictates elimination. The cerebral genocide renders its final image and its thousand words define everything you have ever been.

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