What is this all leading to?
I never made any promises to you
In my hands you put a grain of fate
Don’t tell me now it’s too late
Do you think I’m going to change my mind?
I never thought I’d go against my kind
In my heart you put the fear of war
Don’t tell me now you want more
Do you know how long I’ve been waiting?
I never loved so much of what I hated
In my soul you put evolving battlefields
Don’t tell me you never expected casualties
(c) Marc Noël 2016
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