I want to go there someday...

Not for enjoyment I assume.

I saw hundred, thousand of them died.
I saw people died for nothing.

I saw mothers cried.

I saw teenager cried.

I saw crumbling houses.

I saw graves. Everywhere.

I tried to protect them all.

I tried to save them all.

The elders.

Mothers and Fathers.

Brothers and Sisters.

Children.

Unborn babies.

Not enough.

It is not enough.

I kill.

Kill.

And kill.

Kill the extremist.
Kill to protect the innocent.
Kill to save the innocent.

But it was not enough.

Not enough to protect them all.

Not enough to save them all.

They killed innocent.

The extremist killed the innocent.
Killing the innocent because of one STUPID cause.
They're smiling because they kill for one STUPID cause.
They're laughing because they kill for one STUPID cause.

I kill.

Kill.

And kill.
But it was not enough.
And I know.
This is the end of the line.
Internal bleeding.
Wounded.
Cracked Skull.
Broken bones.
I'm done.
That's all I can do for them.

Waiting for the Archangel of Death.
To strip my soul from this ragged body.
So dark.
So cold.

I open my eye.
Wake up in my room.
I was dreaming.
It felt so real.

I want to go there someday.
Helping them.

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