Infinitude

The battle's fought, the battle's won,

All's been said and all's been done.

Fallen crowd the battlefield,

The price before me is too real.

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It's a triumph for the Radiant,

Against the Dire, made a dent.

Yet like my arm, my spirit's broken,

Feelings of joy but a small token.

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Many lives I had to end,

Many foes I had to rend.

Upon my sword the sunlight gleams,

Yet the blood on it will haunt my dreams.

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The battle weighs upon my mind,

But for peace I cannot pine.

The battle's won, but not the war.

I wonder what I'm fighting for.

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And so we travel down the lanes.

To battle, to receive more pain.

I hope this war we come to win,

For my conviction's wearing thin.