Nothing to do with it

There was always a war,the count on my internal defense clock it is up around World War 177
skirmishes of the daily front line turn to long drawn out battle lines against every sort of enemy
seiges on all sides of the ramparts and city walls
no rockets red glare
nothing to gallantly scream
the every day routine becomes etched as common duty replacing the dust filled shelves with what was young brave happiness
only leaving the question
what exactly started all of this?
rebel simply forgetting the cause

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