Unholy war

I’ve always been

Fighting this

Unholy war.

.

This sinful

Push and pull,

Between good

And bad,

Between me

And me.

.

The voices

That beg to

Be heard,

That whisper

In my ears

Words of

Malice and

Callous rage,

And I shield

My ears

In some half-

Hearted attempt

At defiance;

But they ring

And echo through

Every synapse and

Capillary that

Cuts through

My heaving flesh.

No time for rest,

When the drums

Of war are

Ringing out.

.

When the horn

Is sounded,

And stampedes of

Severed horses

Are ploughing through

Fields of flesh,

And the cries

Of cursed soldiers,

Fill the blazing sky,

And beat to the ringing

Of the belting

Battle drums.

.

Fighting for god,

For glory.

But there is no

Glory to be

Forged from this

Bloodshed.

.

Still, I don’t know

Who I am without it.

Without the drums

Pulsating through

My limbs,

Smoke filling

My hollow lungs,

Cannons roaring

Through my

Vibrating skull -

One sip, one puff,

And I’m me again.

Not really me,

But something - elevated.

All the violence

Flows out of me,

The fields soak

With more blood,

And the sky

Turns to ash

In my mouth.

.

The unholiest treachery -

For eyes that bleed

And lips that sin,

There is no solace waiting,

No ordained win.

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