A few lines from something special...
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They can't feel. Lack the real.
Whiz snap Taliban steel
Ball bearings pumped from chest. Pierce flesh.
Goldstar Mothers, nothing left.
What countries next?
22 a day
America the beautiful
blood money for sex
A street walking mess.
But Pain unifies
Everyone feels when one dies.
Did I really make it back from war?
Is all this just a dream?
Taliban demons screaming.
Mourning momma tears use to pay me visit here.
Homicidal Suicidal years.
To here i stand.
No words to describe the peace i feel Mr Suicidal Bomber man.
Take my hand.
Some say their living. Its a lie.
Rooted in these words is my "why"
This is how i feel alive.
Building bonds from MORE than combat ties.
Mere presence inspires highs. Beyond the horizon ocean meets sky
No longer question why.
Speak freely of the pain. Goosebumps still rise.
Greeted by Marines.
Gates of Heaven.