Last night I dreamt I was in a war
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but the enemy was already dead
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Yet my fellow soldiers and I loaded our guns
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to the fullest, and when the enemy surfaced we
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let our weapons roar forth with no mercy until they
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were empty and useless
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Even then I still pulled my trigger
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They would come forward laughing, chanting and
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marching toward us unharmed
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It was mockery to our attempts of defending ourselves
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Each time this occurred they took a few of us with them
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We had no control
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Still we loaded our weapons and awaited the next arrival
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Later I realized that the enemy couldn't be defeated
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only accepted
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Then we became allies
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This didn't end the war
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Already Dead
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| Matt Zane |
