Playing the odds
of Russian roulette. Guaranteed loss as
the days stretch on. Combatants take
careful aim and pray the other will miss as they stack a house of cards. Hiding behind the parapet, enforcing the
armor, steeling their nerve to rise and see no man’s land. There is no flag to wave. Another spin begins.
Remember a thing
called love? Do you recall the sentiment
that fills the souls of the naïve? That
curious emotion that exists only in the heart of mothers praying for their
boys. The ones who pray to heaven for
miraculous protection of the forever child bonded to her core. God cannot answer the prayers of all can He? Bullets fly and bombs blast. Metal and fire are perfected to kill. Man, having attended school to perfect his barbarity, pulls up from within the means to obliterate one another in a cataclysm of madness. Another spin and the game continues.
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