All five senses suppressed in
blood thirst quenching confusion,
randomly stirring my past in a
kaleidoscope of flashes, as my
throat clinches calming my stomach,
silencing my ringing ears to savor the moments
raining on my conscious cleansing the hatred,
guilt, and animosity while filling the void which
consumed my essence, blocked my foresight,
and erased all hope to allow an eye for an eye
justice to replace the love, restore the peace,
and repay his debts to society with chest
pounding percussions, blinding sparks of colored light,
and scented snow white smoke with an aftertaste of
gunpowder reminiscent of Independence Day
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