in the Nazi death camps,
in Vietnam, in Iraq, in Afghanistan….
on 9/11….
were all people,
many with families, all with dreams
of living and loving….
it is both tragic and sad
how they died, and that they died….
it is also a sad truth
that all the killing in the world
wont bring them back,
and will never redeem what happened….
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three minutes past dying…
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inside the spider’s web,
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barrel fires, pure desire,
dirty hands.feel the blood, wade through mud,you know a manis just a man.not what you gained, how hard you strained,but what you gavewithout looking back.the simple things, the human dreams,two people walking,one set of tracks.children of the stars, destiny calls.climb over hurdles, walk through walls.what can be held holds what cant….beggers, scoundrels, and saints!