Cause I can tell it's going to be another one of those black days.
And blowing in, are the garrisons of soldiers-
I call them hope.
Rolling in infront of the thunderstorms are the tanks. Unshakeable, impenetrable-
I call them doubt.
And who will win, man or machine?
I don't know.
I say why not both.
But some people laugh at this,
Because why start a war over just another black day, no matter how grim.
Won't tomorrow be better?
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