Thursday, November 12, 2009

Sun Sets On Battle Fields...

I don't want to severe all the ties, to your mind. I'm not the same in your eyes, I'm not the same in mine. General assume control. Here goes one last push which the brave know will end in disaster. I am my own creator, and I am my own demise. I am the undermining of myself.
The little box of dust, that houses the man that half created me, is the only thing that's certain. At least I know he's not going anywhere. I am the reason he never came home.

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