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Engulfed in the thought of a post companion,

I riddle their brains with a mental rebellion.

Their eyes seek news from a distant image,

But their pompous minds wander the hallucinatory village.

They do not fear what the results may display,

It is the fear that expresses the emotion it was made to convey.

I build my barracks from whatever I could find,

But if I believe this is enough, then I am mentally blind.

I gasp in a plea for a spontaneous hope,

For reality kicked in that I was not to cope.

My fight for freedom deteriorates with every movement,

But I march on to fight the emerging pollutant.

You may ask why I fight for a lost war,

Finishing worse off than I was before.

The reason is simple, a fundamental not to decrease,

To stand against corruption, you must be a sacrifice to peace.