Who are you to live in all these forms? Is your death, your glory, mercy, and peace. From rest to the spirit, understanding, courage. The heart glad again. It becomes another war in your name. The thin red line that connects to what I know what I can only imagine. The truth that you do not have to leave but shines through your eyes. I see a man dead, horribly mutilated and the looks of my companions are sad. I smile among the leaves and insects. The decomposition has jungle, fight, love animals. Maybe people are members of a single great soul, one great being. All seek salvation by following their own path, as coal removed from the fire, fighting with the wind.
We will go straight up that hill, and the water will give us relief. Need to fear a man only when he stops complaining and makes blind.
something up there for protection, at the top where I do not get to see find solace.
rosy-fingered Dawn, I do not betray my fellow humans. In you I trust in you I take refuge. Following your bow in blue if I'm not afraid of my weakness.
Mortar bombs polluting the air, it passes the day, the evening approaches. Blacks frightened eyes, unshaven, and only poor men, bulging with doubt. It makes no sense, there is no alternative as it is selected and you choose without anything happening. Cough
sick and stomach pains. Wet terror. Flying high above the valley of bodies lying rotting.
We run into something that looks like you, at least in part, even if only in the future. Silent and hidden in the grass, panting. There is fear in every act.
We die one by one, I do not believe it. Screams and fog after the blasts. On the ground! On the ground. Stretcher bearers, men, help them. There is no end, only orders. Do not stop, call up your name and waiting for an answer while the prairie waves, clouds and sky we look ahead.
I killed, crawl in the mud, I continue to smile and no one can command me, but I'm afraid, very afraid. Teach me to see things as you see it.
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