Warfare

Silent is the feeling of day as happiness walks down the street way.
All is still in this battle-torn town, vacant and empty its become a ghost town.
Armed to the teeth and prepared to face his counterpart, he steels his wits about him before the battle starts.
Darkness befalls on the town as he spots his target, Anger the same enemy he has been fighting for years is staring at him in front of an old market.
"Are you ready to finish this you weakling?" anger screams aloud, but instead of an answer happiness stays silent and mysterious as if he was a misty cloud.
"Silent as always, well lets finish this." Anger launches at him with a force so mighty that in the sky there is now a tear,
this endless struggle these two opposites have is one of the combinations to deadly emotional warfare.

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