Malignant - 2011/06/26

Within a body of your trust
Their allegiances shattered
Wave after wave so advances
Questioning why it mattered
One is a throng sans leader
The other is a doppleganger
For the first lives in fear
Of the pot the second stirs

Circling each other for days
Dancing steps of deft feints
Both envisioning an end game
As they don their war paints
The blades become unsheathed
Based on assistance enlisted
Though it promises slaughter
With an ending quite twisted

When shall the knaves strike
How long shall the duel last
Who shall pick up the pieces
To forge futures from a past
Does any of it really matter
For that seed is now planted
At which time it is too late
To be precisely transplanted

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