The war went into me
To war I was sent to free
My kin, for them to be;
I slaughtered thy enemy
I returned to you, meine country
Now all means nothing to me
Like everything once meant to me
In fight. In sight,
Of their very purpose
As an emotional stimulus
Are over and dead to me, than those I killed
The impetus - righteousness, like it willed
Now the vacuum in me has been filled
With anger and tranquility;
One forced the other fulfilled
Cogito ergo it's absurd,
Cathedral, le grande
They have build
Hence it makes no sense
The pretense - in it's absence
Intense appears life in an instance
Everything falls over another in resonance
All I can do is stare in the distance
While I self-reference
& Finish this sentence.
