Warfare
The eagle soars to the ground
Looking for prey
Yet, none is found
A world he enters of treacherous warfare
The eagle ambitious and brave
Now has to be strong
Surviving then becomes his greatest fear
Throughout the years, tribulations remain
Yet, nothing is lost
Nothing is gained
Only a world that is now blood-stained
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