Memory of a DEAD soldier

The blood from my heart
start to ebb out
spilling like a drop of
Milk making its way
down from the cup.
I'm DEAD.

Thoes mothers are crying for their loss of their
child
Thoes fathers are crying for their loss of their
home
The floor is now stain red wth crimson blood
and the music of the room is the
WHILING
CRYING
YELLING
of kids who are now
OPHANS
with no family and a name to have.

Now the pain had gone, but the memory
linger on.
As i found myself floating along the
corridor.

Memory of a BULLET soarching through my
Chest and into my pumping heart
ripping my life away in an instant
As i fell onto my
best friend's corpse.

The smell of blood is still there
on my clothes even through
i know i am
DEAD and GONE
Wanting to go to heaven,
but there ain no angel to raise me up
Only Devils stuttering around
with hissing and whispping
around

the darken room

I see my wife kneeling beside my
corpse
and crying her heart at the
empty shell of
mine.

Wanting to help, but i feel myself
backing away when i see
the evil smile on her
lip
Muttering, "Revenge"

My poor son of just a 9 years ols
just stand beside my body
and hsi face show
a sign of evil and anger
That i am
starting to
HAte and loathe

I float out and let myself
DISAPPEAR
from this evil world
i had once
Fought

I got a sudden rush when i see the image of soldiers in iraq....
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