High and Mighty

Like warfare and religion go hand in hand,

you and I could bring out the best

or the worst

in each other.

Passion and righteousness clouding all judgement

but we were just wanting to do the right thing.

You clutched me tight as I flew off-

"it's all right, you'll be fine"

and then part of you died.

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