Please button down the hatch, before I catch a bullet through the skull. Though the rain drops scratch an itch, a connection to nature, that I dont want to forget. bodies in front of the track get squished. Bloody bodies in the mud. Bombs burst, as I thirst for a moment where I feel alive. Making my living, war is my path in life. Cruising through the desert, looking through my optics, searching for a target, making dead men dead and gone is my humanity. Wait till I get back to lose my insanity. Divorce and now I am at place where everything hits me like a thousand pounds of H.M.E. wrecking me randomly like an I.E.D. like a homemade bomb, I lost my mind. Please forgive me, I did it all for you, so you didnt have to. Wars will still wage if you agree or not. Just be happy you werent forced to fight. You have the rights to choose and disconnect from the politics. Politicians use tricks so that you participate, but this precipitation brings me back to the cold, cold reality that I perceive to be real, really neutral. Sutures and clamps hold me together but this rain bloats my body as I expand they tare me open and I explode, alone.
