The War Journal Entry Iii

some men are born to be killed some men life means nothing to can old men hold their heads and cry you can only dodge so many shots before you eventually take a a few then it's about surviving some men have no nightmares some men only dare to dream history reflects repeated screams women, colored men, stars of david I wish i could let it go i can not I wish there were such palaces as heaven minus hell i don't know what i believe in some men believe there should be a balance between good and evil some men misunderstand the hurt the hurt then becomes lethal I don't know how i got here or how much longer i will be here but if i don't stand now i will forever be falling down i can only hope you understand my sister says we didn't choose this life, she cries I don't even know her but i could feel the droplets from her eyes some men are born into lies others into contradictions some men mean well other live in a figment of fiction "tiny thoughts of the black hitler"