Peace In Your Heart

Mother, I just put a bayonet in someone's heart and found it warm with love, his last words were goodbye brother, god have mercy on you. I let the last touch of his hand on my heart, gentle like the breeze of the night, and rested. I bowed to him and held up my head to the sky crying and saw the angles carrying him with their wings, singing remember love and pain merge in songs. What a moment, how beautiful the spectacle that was rudely interrupted by the bullet piercing my skull.