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Millions gone, heavy bombs, bullet holes never looked so dead, millions of shoes, millions of feet, millions of arms, millions of sleeves, millions of bullet holes, bombs, grenades and knives and millions of guns and murder and war, millions of children’s ashen hands stacked up like dead cherubs, millions of angels no longer able to blush, to breathe lungs into man’s spirit, millions robbed of their remaining breath, billions served and given to tales made of fear, billions of fearful beasts, young and old, male and female, billions of spirits broken by dread, by the tether of what you call love, love by another name is not yours to shape, billions of stars, billions of light-years, billions of unknowns, billions of wasted seconds, forgone love, billions guilty, I'm guilty, we're all guilty, billions and billions and billions of the guilty, no need to know, begin again, billions begin again to believe in love, billions of loves, billions of beliefs, billions of forgiveness, billions loving billions, billions of voices in the dark, billions of voices in the light, the meek inherit the eartH for it is Heaven.


© 2011 by mark prime
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