• My war is almost over
    Time has pierced my chest
    I lie torn on the soil of a place called Antiem
    The bullets have riddled my life
    A life the pendulum now ticks away
    The smell of blood replaces air
    Air I soon will no longer breathe
    The once green grass tainted red by death
    Thousands have died; brother slaying brother
    Men fall together, seeming to bleed as one
    Dismembered bodies litter the earth
    An earth now become Hell
    No one can ever know this kind of pain
    The gruesome horror of battle
    When the people around you lay dying
    Wanting nothing more than a cold release
    To see their gnarled hands claw the dirt thick with blood
    To hear the screams of an army of souls
    To taste death’s solemn kiss…
    Some say actions speak louder than words
    But what about the words
    “Forgive me?”
    Isn’t that what we should do?
    Cleanse their hearts rather than rip them from their chests?
    I may never know
    I have but a few seconds and counting
    Counting down to my death
    When the pendulum ceases to swing
    My war will be done.