Note: This poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on August 24th of 2018. I am currently posting a new poem to my patreon account each day for patron exclusive reading and on this blog one week later for public viewing. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my patreon page.

Beneath the stains of time, society cannot repair.

The lost age, to return no one dares.

The imperial might recycles the old.

The oppressed stand and fight, the cursed get bold.

Battles not of weapons but of psychological trickery.

Once one is ensnared, no one escapes its misery.

Barbed wire fences and razor cages.

Lies taught to those of all ages.

The false pretense of what is and is not true.

That war is piece, and old is new.

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