A Petty Disagreement
They attack with insults
We attack with punches
They attack with bow and arrows
We attack we swords
They attack with rifles
We attack with machine guns
They attack with bombs
We attack with tanks
They attack with missiles
We attack with the ultimate killing machine
There is no more.
What was the point?
Life? Power? Land? Money? Beliefs?
Blood? Fear? Greed? Heaven? Bread?
Nothing.
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