War

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By Henry Yarbrough

I am war. Of your bleeding faith. Turn away once more. Indifference is a killers grace. Whispering misery to innocence . I feast at your tears of despair . In untold numbers the lives I have spent. To gift you a death angels stare. You don't even realize I am there, I the depths of your soul. Fading to black seething in lies. Being human jus consuming you whole. In language of a bleeding sky. Mothers cringe as children die. Minor symptom of a greater lie. And no one asking why. I am war................drink

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