I' m out.
No more ammo.
No more troops
but a whole lot more war left.
I' m scared man ,
like SO ******* scared....
but I' m brave though.

Ain' t nothing comfortable
about bravery.
Bravery ain' t nothing but fear
being used as a weapon.
But I' m out.
No more mags.
No secondary.
No frags.
No back up.
Just....a wait.

Imagine battling ,
and I mean BATTLING....
the elements , the enemy ,
yourself
and the 'Mona Lisa' of tragedy
so candidly and effortlessly
staring back at you.
Now take that imagery ,
and LIVE IN IT.

Now imagine ,
the safe souls ,
in there safety nets
ever so specifically critiquing
YOUR FIGHT !
I' ve never seen ***** bigger.
If you know EXACTLY what to do
in this fight ,
WHY AREN' T YOU OUT HERE WITH ME ?

The thing about war ,
someone ,
somewhere
is in danger.
But only a soldier runs to tyranny.