My gallery is ****!
These are the wars we fought.
My mind is crude!
I was never a party of the light.
The lies had tendencies, so that my
Thoughts were high and over seas
These are my confessions,
I pierced a weapon thru my conscience!
This poem is about someone who is remorseful of his wrong doings. He pleads guilty to his sins. He indicates that for whatever wrong anyone does the individual does with a numb conscience,