I could surely brawl, bare fisted. Knuckles bruised and skinned Swinging at the opposition wildly. I could certainly fire a gun, detatch myself from my foe. Worth only a shard of metal and a mortal second. I could drip bombs in finality of conflict. Eradicate m enemy and his family for all time. But it would never fulfill my legacy. Nor wash away the empty hole carved into my very being. It will not erase the misery of confinement within the violent walls of confinement in humanities prison. It will not bring back the oneness or love lost. It will not raise the dead, or quell the misdeeds. It will only bring more emptiness and misery. It will only bring me further from my truth. You want me to die, I know. But returning fire in the guise of hatred. I am already truly dead. There is no trigger to pull. Only a soft lullaby, a swan song. To say goodbye to us all....
Posted on: Thu, 31 Jul 2014 20:42:22 +0000
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