To The War


United States
34° 3' 28.3716" N, 118° 18' 34.794" W

I came to you one humid spring night
You taught me how to appreciate life, because
You are death and death is all I see
You are tall, dark, violent, endlessly mysterious but blatant with your lies
The color of earth stained with crimson. You casually caress with a cold hand and still life with the other
You tickle my curiosity. You lure--then deceive
Your ability, to entertain, enchant, enthrall, while I'm lost amongst the chaos
Your fog of pride wraps lightly around my eyes
Above, below, by you, by you surrounded, on all sides
I am blind with hate and rage
I arrive to you at dusk. Never to break your
Spell. To witness, whisper, to fall from grace, Sueltame!, por favor,
Dejame ir, mi tierra, Sálvame, consume, Release me,
I am your soldier. The force by which you conquer
I am a man. The one whose sanity you wither
You are the bringer of death
I your humble servant
Edging closer to victory, or is it the end?


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