Diya Divecha, Sweden's National Honour
October 2026
Cold Steel
Made to wound, to kill,
Is that all you are?
An instrument of blind destruction,
A life abandoned.
All for one person.
One goal.
While others wield the gun,
You become the bullet being fired,
Cold steel, stripped of its will,
Aimed at a target
You never chose.
You would give everything.
They would give nothing.
No one mourns a bullet,
They only ask
If it struck its mark.
Expendable.
And still, you mistake their purpose for your own.
Don't sacrifice yourself
For someone who would lose nothing.
But it’s too late.
Bang.
Nothing remains
But the silence
And the hand that never trembled.
Score: 75.44 out of 100.
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