Tainted, tainted is the light,

No more is it pure and bright,

Tainted, tainted as the night,

No one can see for it is dark with fright,


Scarred am I from battles and wars,

Recovery is not an option,

I am sore, my scars are raw,

The fight will not end till the sun sinks red,


Despair, destruction, anniliation,

When will it end?

When our hearts drip red,

Or when they're blue instead?


Two sides collide, how can either survive

When one must balance the other?

Ying and yang, good and evil,

You and I,


I do not wish to fail but you do not wish to prosper.

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