Even As Cities Burn
Come on get those cocktails ready.
The riot is tonight.
Time to settle the score.
No I don't think so.
I rather use my words.
Hurting others brings no satisfaction to me as it does you.
So then your not coming?
I'm sorry but I just can't.
This war will destroy.
I rather not bloody my hands as another one of them.
Guilty by association.
No matter how greedy the bastards really are.
Its not my job to mar.
They will destroy themselves.
One way or another.
Fine I'm leaving without you coward.
I'm sorry but I just don't believe in that kind of violence.
A prediction as history will play out and repeat its self.
Like a broken record.
It continues on.
Even as cities burn.
Killing and looting will play out as it always does.
Their is already enough blame to go around.
Why should be involved in disembowelling of what I helped to create?
When it is done you can celebrate.
And I'll sit in prayer for its all of our mistakes.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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