Even though.

Knives and Hammers

By: the iHope Poet

Knives and hammers clash a lot.

You bash on me, I stab at you;

It's hard to not avenge the pain,

when we don't think before we do.

Bloody cries of battle wounds --

they make no difference in the war.

As long as I can scream out too,

I guess the fight will last some more.

The sad thing is, the screeching

of the metal never ends.

What's more, it seems to justify 

our words, though cold and rent.

I wish that I could stop

and hide my knife away for good;

that you could stop the pounding --

then we'd both be understood.

Well, even though I recognize

our fighting is in vain,

knifes and hammers clash a lot.

I will avenge my pain!

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