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The blood dripping from the wound
Heralding the end of pacifism
Crying out in scarlet agony
Sobbing in the dirt

Torn from the comfort of her arms
Shackled to the new reality
Of kill or be killed
Trauma of conflict

Life seems tangible yet fleeting
The smell of fresh death
Seeping into the nostrils
Like a powerful curse

The nightmare so real
That it seems a dream
Involuntary convulsions
Beating out a new path

The image will crack
To reveal the truth
Lust of reprisal
Changing our view

We feel the human failure
And learn from doubt
The flesh continues
Onward