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By My Mighty Stars Thank the Lord
“ Sttrriikke 3! Yur out!” I said.
Haunting words.
Words I’ve spoken before.
Words of truth and passion
The piney-colored green grass and coffee-colored ground
Felt like a sanctuary
Or asylum-
A place of peace, love, and happiness.
The sounds of wood cracking
Against the white ball laced
In red leather rang in the air.
A man slowly walked toward me
His shirt read Titans Little League Baseball.
His face was stubbly and unclean.
Hate, anger, and revenge
Etched his face.
My lips turned a deep shade of blue.
The silver sin burned his hands.
The ear-piercing sound of war and hatred exploded.
As the sunset came down into a beautiful red and orange,
I thought
The sun is the strongest, most powerful star.
By my mighty stars I would like to thank the lord:
There are no stars where he is going- no love, no happiness,
And especially no peace.
Not even the love of the game.
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