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...
...
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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