ET OCCIDIT HOMICIDA. I dreamed last night of the unknown - TopicsExpress



          

ET OCCIDIT HOMICIDA. I dreamed last night of the unknown soldier as he fixed his bayonet on his rifle cold, - and when the blade was driven wet deep below his breastbone, he looked up at his deathly foe and as his lifeforce curdled copper warm in his own throat, - then in his death soaked hallow he looked again to his ememy so young and he screamed ,O GOD ! as he realised in the perversity of war - that he was the killer and the killed, A universal soldier faceless yet o so familiar in horrors of the humans doing the inhumane ad- infinitum.-------.
Posted on: Wed, 29 Oct 2014 21:51:17 +0000

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