Look into these eyes
that look out on violence
look at my heart
and see the death of war
I am miles away from the pain
As I watch my entrails drain
onto the marble floor of a palace
where dreams once danced
I once had the head of a hero
so far gone now, as I reflect Nero
My rage as gentle as moonlight
my dreams filled with it throught the night
I have killed my brother and sister,
my daughter, my dog, and myself
In the name of God.
When will this end.
I seek peace
And know it is away
from this fighting
I seek rest and know that my sins will forever keep me awake
My sin is that I go along with life, that the trigger is pulled and my freedom annulled.
There is a women, Jennifer, at the Corcran house who wants to join the military. She has four kids that I know of. One is just a year old, another, around four, is the most beautiful girl who loves cuddling during reading. How can this women want to leave this world of love? How can she feel she is protecting something from miles away while killing another. And in turn killing herself. As she shoots down another mother, or father, in the same situation. As she puts her life on the line, a line that is now all too often crossed.
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