So I Fought
Fight, they said.
Fight for what?
Glory? Fame? Money?
So I fought.
I didn’t know why, but I fought.
Who is the enemy? I once asked.
The enemy is evil, they replied.
So, what is evil? What is good? I once asked.
Evil is the enemy, they replied.
So I fought.
And got shot.
So I thought.
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