Confessions of a Dangerous Blogger:

Another day comes, another fight,
A sanguine sky in the morning light,
A strange little people with the urge to kill,
The only choice is whose blood to spill,
We live to fight and die to win,
Then pray to God to absolve our sin,
But when the time does come for us to sleep,
And into the fray of eternity creep,
Dust on bone with blood on cloth,
Will we know how much we lost?

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