How do we stop killing each other? We’ve seen the bodies. We’ve wiped the blood. We’ve shined the knives. We feed the chambers and do it again.
Death isn’t life. It’s smashed bones and hot bullet holes, a backpack or a loaded Cadillac.
It’s just a shot away.
War is hell, peace is heaven. Life isn’t death.
A mother’s pain like fire, first, then ice. A father’s anguish a squeeze around the chest; tears not seen in 22 years.
Life and death tied together.
Woven into the fabric that must be worn.
Life and death aren’t the same. In fact they are opposites, yet they exist entirely dependent on the other.
Symbiotically.
Peace be with you
And also with them
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