Stale-mate
Our distance was created
By individual thoughts
Ideals held tightly
Releasing a friend’s loss
Blinded by Honor’s pride
Visioning all the wrongs
If love held true
Friendship would be strong
Our Ethic supported
Some morals dropped
All I needed
Was the judging to stop
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