It lingers in memories slow motion dreams of those you loved and lost
In the laughter and the sorrow
By redemption through smoke and flame through shattered streets
The movie replays through your mind as you see them fall
One by one shrieking as they disappear
But never fully leave
Like the guilt that stays damning you to inner torture
For making it out of this Hell storm alive
Tears that never fully wash away the sorrow and pain
Happiness that fails to erase the misery of days in the fields of flame
The words of those you've slain that condemn you for murder
Each one shining like a medal on your chest
Buried in an unmarked pit mourned by someone somewhere unknowing
And the wars that will never be again continue
Rising up in Medusa like rage and vengeance claiming new victims
For this I remember in place of those that have fallen
Who have lost their minds or have finally been laid to rest
Like a sniper laying in wait in a school house
Learning is a scream in an open field on a beautiful Summer day
Blood pooling and dissolving in the dry ground
As you suddenly awake
So many words that deceive and lead you to your demise.
Finality and the ruthless waste of it all
Beckons constantly
Remember.
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