"There's a pile of dead horses, somebody get the bat" or "I am like a hella cool poet "

Commit war and repent. I imagine. This passion is beyond the scope of understanding. My what a taste of life! Lie down for me, as I have for you. Or may I throw you to the floor? It is hard I know. But it is good. This life is all we have. I have made it. There is no end, or it is always ending.

Behind the curtain a thousand crimes we could commit. Though none would be just the same. You cannot go halfway. All or none. Life or death. Truth or lies. Oh, but both hurt. Then it is only in the mind that the war is waged for on the battlefield is nuetral ground. Not a single shot has been fired and yet there are casualties on both sides. What the does "All's fair in love and war." mean? I don't see one bit of fairness. Or is that it, because I seriously doubt anyone wants to stand on a battlefield and march to his death. I shall be in the corner. It is honest and yet deceitful. The agreement to lie. To hold true to whims. Contrapositives and oxymorons I know not what I say.

So in this I must decline to engage. I most certainly could hide behind the corner, I already failed at a frontal attack. I am war torn, shell shocked. I have lost the taste for this conflict. Should it persist, my absolute love and devotion to life will drive me on towards victory or glorious defeat. For now I stand on what ground I have not lost. My pain, my pleasure surrounds me. This was my life I think. This is my life now. If I had to choose, perhaps I wouldn't have chosen pity. Sorrow for my enemy. It is the love of victory that would drive me on, but it is the love of my enemy that stops me. So I beg of my enemy. Come forth and face me. I am quite ready. I am quite worthy. Do not doubt my ability to destroy you. It is within my reach all that you hold sacred. It is within myself that I will not take it. I do want it. So try. I dare you. I promise you the most glorious defeats you could ever obtain. I promise you dreams you couldn't tell your Grandchildren.

Or is this the game? Must I be the violator of the treaty? If this is the truth, then so is my promise. Although I am willing to die on foreign fields, humiliated and lone, I will always play by my own rules, I will not lie. I will not cheat. I will not steal. You need only say, "You can't lie, cheat, or steal" and I will do so in spite of you. I can lie, I can cheat, I can steal. All is fair in love and war.