Mental Warzone
Bullets etched with battling wishes
Initially forged within the backrooms of the brain
And shaped by one’s anima
Now hurtling across the No-Man’s-Land
An almost perfect mirror when they strike
Cannibalizing one another
Scavenging the strengths of their siblings
Until a few remain, ultimately reaching the frontline
Ushering in the day’s priorities
Serving cold the duties to execute
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