The Fight

A battle of bitter stalemate
Billion stinging bumblebees
Two clashing, swearing enemies
And a sky full of nasty rain clouds

Lightning lights up the sky
But no clarity
Hate fogs bubbles of lucidity
Clouds gather, dark and grey

Strings of doubt
Strung across the gloomy sky
More rain, more noise to the battle cry
More strings, more doubt, more conflict

Thunder groans like a madman
With thoughts so few, so few
Madmen, so true, are you--you two
Two bulls who see red in each other

The strings you strung
In this senseless fight
Tied knots too tight
And the sky too clouded on this stormy night

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