J. Edward Armstrong

Alas Mr. Cheney for each death this war does bring
May your heart take pause
And beat with the crack of the gun
Yet stop by the death
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At peace in the wake,
no more schedules to keep.
A fear only fleeting; ah,
memories of bliss.
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Yet another sleepless night,
watching as the tick tock
Makes its endless journey
from dusk to dawn to dusk to...
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But to vanish over the horizon into the true unknown.
Trials and tribulations almost beyond imagination.
Loneliness near the limit of human endurance, feelings of utter despair;
a constant struggle with the insidious destroyer, self doubt.
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Staring at the ceiling, night after night
begging for rest that won't come
Wheels are a turning
For the off switch is lost.
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The torrid winds tell secrets
And in an empty place
And in a place that’s lost
Lonely time and only time
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Greed as the teacher, so willing to learn
Quenching a thirst, the only concern

No doubt some are murky, but this is quite clear
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A crime without victims, no pain would befall
Ripe for the taking, by those with such gaul

No voices to cry out, an alarm never cast
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Driven by greed, needing more always more
An insatiable hunger, for something not your's

A black hearted lust, a soul of a whore
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