If you meet a real soul warrior
On the road

Talk to him
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All the talk about WW3

When it's over---what?

WW3!
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When you read from the poets here
About high school ---
                What's next?

WW3!
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When you talk to the real soul warrior
On the road-------
      Listen up !

He passed away

By the time they stopped eulogizing him

He was dead!

Eulogized to death!

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As if the Sacred is not Real

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(NOTHING IS SACRED!)

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Sittin around mutilating ourselves

For we cannot mutilate the world

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World war three
World war three

**** us all and set us free!

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I was reading about the anxiety felt by a transgender in school

Choosing which bathroom to use

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I did

(Really)

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I wonder what BUKOWSKI

Would have thought

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THERE'S A LOT OF SUFFERING OUT THERE

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Maybe I should cut myself or something

That seems like it would do the trick

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If not ww3

Maybe Fukushima will **** us all

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I'd hate to actually have to bleed to death

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Oh well

Heaven into hell and then the Super Bowl Game

They wonder why teenagers often seem to lose hope
When they shove the idea of perfection down our throats
As we get the idea that in order to be somebody we need to grow up
Because we're too young to know how to fall in love
And we're too young to know how to handle our stuff
Because our hormones control us
The therapists are asking
What in your past affects what's happening?
But it's honestly not the past, just the here and now
Seeing even the brightest of smiles turn into frowns
Taking blades to our wrists when the sun goes down
All we're told to look for is the inevitable doom
Someone tell heaven to make room
We're sending up some new angels soon
Parents are wondering how they made so many mistakes
Promising they'll do whatever it takes
But life isnt that easy, you can't heal bullet wounds with scotch tape
So if you happen to be looking for a quicker fix
This isn't it
This numbness won't be healed with your first aide kit
It's going to take more than a sorry toned in the voice of *******
Someone call the surgeons, see if they heal broken hearts
See if they mend broken families that tear us apart
Someone call the firefighters,
See if they can put out the fire
The one that burns every night
The one that scorches demons into the frames of your mind
Telling you it's okay to drag that blade
I still have my scars
But they don't come from exposed body parts
They don't come from bruises, blackened by poor excuses
And also literal ones. Ask me why I seem so far
From your reality
You don't seem like you understand me
But I guess I'm just another "Teen"
But that's what you can't see
People and animals aren't meant to be classified
Someone's fur may be softer than mine
Jealousy comes from dark parts of our minds
Bringing hate that erupts from volcanoes frozen in time
I figure you might understand if it rhymes
Because the liquor has burned holes into your mind
You've created this poorly formed shrine
Directed toward false Gods, burning your throat like wine
And I'm standing in the middle of WW3 today
It's me against my demons and they're on their way
Scream into my ears until I become deaf
And all I hear is your words telling me to crave death
But it isn't like depression is something you can play with
Does it count if sometimes my feelings shift
Is it okay if my numbness comes more often than yours
Or if my blade is hurting less than yours
If pain isn't what I crave, it's really love
Give me something to love without forcing barrels of guns
Into the mouths of innocent children in the hands of innocent killers
We're staring into the soulless eyes of the gravediggers
My graveyard shift isn't up yet
If you think this is a suicide note you're so very wrong
I just want to let you know what's going on
My head is a labyrinth and I continue to get lost
But I made it myself.
Yet at what cost?

GET TO YOUR CANONS!!
A solider get's shot,
A whole troop gunned down,

And then, another, and another,
War, what is it good for?

Death,
The smell of it.

Future?
Questionable.

Why must humans play these games?
Why must we watch as another man dies?

WW3 possibility or undeniable.

We have been together long enough
WW3 broke out a week ago
We have been together long enough
You'd think we invented “kissing on the beach”
We have been together long enough
We are co-authors in the bestseller “Commitment and Quarrels”
We have been together long enough
Our memories could be your bedtime stories
We have been together long enough
Enough no longer means sufficient
We have been together long enough
We are back to being a day old
We have been together long enough
It is a kaleidoscopic cycle


                  ©Belema.S.Ekine

Jedidah Lay
Sadistic, Apathetic, Honest
Son of Nick Lay
Lover of Writing War, Weaponology
Who feels hate, apathetic, and useless
who fears our societies stupidity, stupid people breeding, and immortality.
Would Like Death, Apocalypse, WW3
Resident of no where for long
Lay

My new novel
Is now available
On the online circle
Of Amazon Kindle
As a soft copy eBook
And as a traditional
Hard copy novel

It set it in beyond COVID19 days,
Read what I write as a PhD scholar.
I know that China modified it,
Naturally, CoV won't affect us so much.
China altered it in the Wuhan lab,
They made it a novel Coronavirus,
They called it nCoV19, ask why,
Because they engineered it in 2019.

My novel talks about it,
This sin is punished,
Not just by India,
But also by USA,
And everyone sane,
There happens WW3,
The Negative Axis powers are:
China, North Korea & Pakistan

Indian Army has HuSaVe's,
Human Safety Vehicles,
Robotic suits that the DRDO creates.
China copies them,
Removes the human part,
And makes GHOST's,
Global Human Omission Safety Transformers.

The story is built with a lot of action, some technology and a bit of romance,
A lot of red shades make the story, some blues for it and a bit of pink,
For writing it, I wasted not a microlitre of real ink.


Indian Army comes up with TASIP,
Terrestrial Army Soldier Improvement Program,
And the protagonist, Ravindra Thakur is selected to be one of them.
He becomes a genetically modified soldier,
The DRDO has a specialist scientist Dr. Malakar who does it with his team,
CRISPR-Cas9 is used to elongate all his telomeres,
And now he has stronger chromosomes.

Ravindra & his batchmates can handle extreme doses of hormones,
Adrenalin, human growth hormone and testosterone to name a few,
These hormones can otherwise **** people in such high overdose,
But his sixth sense is strengthened and even the seventh & eighth senses top with those,
You begin to read it and if you can't put it down, blame it on me,
Cross-references to my previous novel help bring your heart closer,
Yes, the novel is sci-fi, army, diplomacy and hypothetically viable too.