iv. rest

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rest

the fight for the last breath
have been going on forever;
this secret war, this silent strife —
is battle fought between men.

alive or dead; no one is safe,
no one in sight, worn and weary;
no choices left, the end is near,
he thought his death is in the city.

day and night, his fear embraced him,
clenching his teeth as he looked out
into the sea of countless bodies;
a sight that has been too familiar.

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