Inside The Grenade
It's dusty....
With hollow walls..
I can't see much..
I'm suffocating if I'm being honest.
The silence is so loud
That I can hear the war cries
Before the explosion hits.
I wonder how it came to this..
I believe the color is green, military..
Just waking up every day is a danger.
I can't breathe, I can hear myself think.
I can't figure out why I wake up in anger.
If you let the conscious of an evil man linger,
Will he suddenly have the heart to turn his ways
From the directionless, sins of the devil?
When the righteous are tempted with
Being selfish at an opportune time,
Does the decision come down to
Life lessons or the momentary feeling?
Inside here is anxiety and doubt.
I must document the battle,
So let me pull the pen(pin) out.
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