There is a great war

Unseen to the eye

Battles won

But many lives taken

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The enemy

Is unlike any villain

More like a monster

And not one of fiction

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We have learned

To combat it

To fight it

To defend against it

But not defeat it

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Even the weapons

We have made to defend

Can fail without warning

Allowing the monster to win

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How can we trust

The very defenses

Told to save lives

But cause more harm

Then if we were alone

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Or trust the so-called experts

Who have studied from afar

But never truly facing

Or battling the monster

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This enemy

This monster

Has the ability

To corrupt our greatest ally

Ourselves

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If we cannot trust ourselves

How then will we be able

To trust a guiding hand

A light in this darkness

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Me like, so many others

Are waging a war

That we never asked for

Against an Enemy

We will never truly know

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Who is stronger some days

And weaker on others

But does not change the fact

That it will be waiting

On the battle lines of our mind

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The hardest Saddest truth

About it all

Is that no matter

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How well we defend

How many allies

We surround ourselves with

It uses our own hand

To complete its dirty work

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This is not a story

Of fiction or make belief

But the real struggle

That so many of us

Wage in our mind

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There is no happy ending

For most

So neither will this telling