The Poison Within

We lost millions of battles,and returned to fight again.The battlefield felt familiar,until the poison clouded us.

We forgot the sword we carried,its edge grown dull.The enemy lived within us,and we mistook it for ourselves.

We guarded our blade for ourselvesnever knowing its purpose.By the time we learned its meaningour hands had forgotten their strength.

Breath grows thin beneath the maska quiet voice speaks of the path beyond.The enemies remain undefeatedwhat role will we take next?