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This isn't a poem. IDK what it is. However I am open to suggestions.

Through the Night they battle,
though their souls are already lost.
Bloodshed will keep them going,
no matter what the cost.

In the darkened playground
flames dance upon flesh.
shattered are the people lost between
whose lives were torn in thresh

Though they will not die in vain
for their children will begin to rise.
We have fought so long to find the truth
and in the end found nothing but wicked lies.