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Wars Faught Insane

My soul is ready
Packed and prepared.
The BEGINNING has began.
NOW STANDING

ON EXTRAORDINARY BEGINNINGS
The topic of conversations
Who can say what purpose this life is for
If not for war?
War is the substantial the enemy.

Time and  TUMULTUOUS TIME again 
Insane kills the sane.
Who wills the killings, for told to install
Fears into those Hearts and souls 

Without objections, trip the TREND 
War is coming in 
Nostalgic  sensation  tickle the senses
Time has passed casted in stone memories that
Time will ever forget.

Abandoned corpses littered the  field of the 
 merciless.   Bleeding, Kiss the cross.
We will all reach our  eventual fates 
We have only prayer to combat our enemies on
These shores.

Shun the fight, JUDGE the fright which stains the soul.
Bare foot  stepping on glass, no quiet time discoveries
No families sharing dreams.
Feels just as it is.  
The end for US.

Here time is passing as a precocious  gentle flower
Racing the stop watch.
It grew.  Blossoming within the space of minutes
Here is the answer to wars FOUGHT
This is the cancer that wars saught.

Creased in ever changing EVOLUTION.  A  pleading 
Soul studied the constitution  with complacent
Complicatedness.
There is for lifetimes sake, a twist in this everlastingness.
Must retreat  must preserve  life to ever last.
Protected.

Each step  with COMPASSIONATE  MEMORIES.
ISSUING orders  to
A lifeless field left behind at
Death's  lair
Climbing from the trenches  with sorrowful tears 
We are here.  Release all fears with graciousness  of
Attitude
War is the FAILURE OF HUMANITY TO  LOVE HUMANITY.

WARS HAVE  no just cause.
FOLLOW THE BOMBS  EXPLODING.
Fear grips the heart OF KNOWING.

Copyright © Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther | Year Posted 2017

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