To call a bluff

By Phalanx

Madness, disposal, recount last night.
God is my friend but, he let's me run.
I wash my hands in rays of light
Between day and night as if I don't remember
The promise I made with ash between my palms.
It can't be so simple, I know not even myself.
What right have you to invade.
I was told to keep them out,
These enemies that walk on four elements and I.
You taught me to kill, survive.
I don't know how to respond to these liars anymore.
If they step on my ground, I can kill them, right?
You didn't teach me diplomacy.
I must learn how to be stabbed, shot, burned, accused, racked, judged, sacrificed, murdered, peeled, loved, hated and to survive...

Give it all back.

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Copyright 2014 Phalanx
Published on Thursday, July 17, 2014.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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