My war against time parades on. My troops march arhythmically to the deafening sound of bullets. Carrying guns of great size, we feverishly shoot at the seconds and minutes, ending their existence. No sorrow is spent on yesterday's fatalities. Each battle lasts years-- this war may go on Forever.
Reason for writing:
I was thinking about the paradox of time...
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