My brother,
I am done with this game,
taking lives has turned me cold,
feeling gone,
with their cold eyes sewn to my soul,
I yearn for love,
but it eludes me,
If I stop,
will it find me?
or does it obviate me?
My brother,
I am done with this game,
rendering harmless,
or terminating with extreme prejudice,
just sayings to absolve and exculpate our actions,
My brother,
I can’t stand this,
I cry to her,
or to the ghost that I wish was her,
I ruined it,
and all in the name of God and country.