The guilt and the greed
force fed to the brave and the freed,
re-imaging a life untold
while morals lay in a cloth unfolded.
The stalker creeps
and the un-energized sleeps.
Stamina gone with the flick of a switch.
Taken down and now the spirit
is rich.
But a saga begins
as a busy night ends.
Now the treachery sends
the news of a red ink pen
to an unknowing...
kid.

Who knew?
Lies and deceit encompass war
and ultimately defeat.
Trust in victory always leads to misery.
Clearly someone's theory was a little weary.
Making the faithful leery.
Clouded skies and mist define the bleary,
dreary,
shear incompetence of a mere idiot.

Hold a miracle in your palm
'til the sweat sheaths it in balm.
Never let go of the hope that you know
will inevitably flow
and control the searing blow.

Release the gun from a widow's hand
and recover the blood,
flesh,
pain...

and the damage undone.