All’s quiet on the bloodred front.

The soldiers are trembling, knowing

What’s coming next.

We used to be at peace,

What went wrong?

We need a diplomat to sign a treaty

To call a ceasefire.

I’m willing to put down my weapons

If you call off your troops.

When will this war end?

I fear it may be too soon.

I don’t like this stretching battlefield

Expanding between us.

It’s like treading on a minefield.

We have to be careful not to blow everything up.

But I don’t want the story of us to finish.

It’s so quiet, I’m scared to ask where we go from here.

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