(Rebel Poem) A Empty Shell
An obsession I can taste it now.
I'm losing my conscience.
Surviving this desert storm.
Look in to my I eyes.
I'm ready to die.
If only for what I believe.
A massacre of the heart.
Dissect and inspect it.
And what do you find but the blood of man.
All I am is flesh and bone without it.
I would shrivel up into nothing.
A empty shell going straight to hell.
A mindless soldier willing to kill on a given order.
I'm insubordinate.
I'm sorry sir, but I'm leaving this is not my war.
Call me a deserter.
But I can think for myself.
I'm not one of the Christmas elves.
Just doing what your told.
It's getting kind old.
It's my pursuit to my own happiness.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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