Breathing in gum disease, I'm leaning in to some degree,
beating drums of debris, leaving the blood of sons discreet.
Dreaming of lovely seas, nothing seems ugly in my sleep,
empathy is a bludgeoning swing to the fluttering wings of creed.
Believing in soldier's lies, retreating from over the sky,
deceiving older minds simply by deleting the bolder Rhys.
Holding my weapon close, loading lessons with every dose,
knowing the deception most when hoping messes with my pose.
Coping, left with my woes, a lonely presence questions the hoax,
floating, blessed with a ghost, a glowing essence beckons my post.
Mother used to sing songs about lovers who dream on,
brother blew things up, flustered by the rues of freedom.
Trouble drew quickly... we stumbled into a noose trap,
he struggled to lift me, my muscles begin to loosen and snap.
That's when I see them, the demons sneaking through the back,
I didn't need a reason to grease them, greeting troops with a blast.
I felt the rope getting tighter as it held my throat with desire,
shells on the road tire as I grow frail and choke... and dire...
I told him to flee, to throw his uniform away and grow free,
this undertow doesn't need two more, only a taste to show peace.
He disappeared into the appeal, hopefully clear of this deal,
my fear for him is surreal... [peering into the field]
My brother left his shield, as I hung there, my neck concealed,
another death too unreal, fingers still clung to the rest of my Galil.
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