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Marking my distance, wounded from resistance, far from consistence;

Poisoned from persistence, confused about my existence…I must go on without assistance.

In desperate need of insistence,

Through this gray, opaque fog and hell, I still know in the end we will all live in coexistence.

Beyond the bullets and hatred I can hear the all-powerful battle cry,

Beyond the tears and screams I can hear the lone wolf's hopeless cry.

Beyond the parallel line I can see my comrades break down and cry,

Beyond the parallel line I can see my comrades fall down and die.

Animosity and love are present in every lost soul;

Crossing the parallel line, my own thoughts and actions I can no longer control.

I'm crying out, I'm reaching out, I'm breaking out to the other side of the line,

I'm running away, I'm fading away, I'm wasting away…for I realize that I'm all out of time.

I'm crossing the line, I'm breaking the silence,

I've lost my mind, I'm adding to the violence;

Trying to stop the violence at the same time!

I'm running out of time as I cross the parallel line.

Committing another senseless crime,

Watching life end suddenly as the toy soldiers walk upon the hidden land mine.

My fellow comrades are no more than my partners in crime,

Crossing the parallel line, but at the same time coming to the end of the line.

The beauty of life is sublime,

The beauty of death is sublime,

The beauty of the night is sublime,

The beauty of war and peace is sublime as I cross the line.

Throughout the night I can still hear the lone wolf's contaminated cry,

Throughout the night I slowly begin to crumble to the cold ground and die.

The camouflage appears to be green and lively during the day,

But at night all that can be seen are the many pale and depressing shades of gray.

I possess the sudden urge to hide and run away,

But I know once I've crossed the parallel line, I must keep my ground and stay.

I will cross that thin, fine line between good and evil,

I will march my way up this hill full of hope, but I'm still in a sad state of upheaval.

I will tiptoe down that parallel parade between love and hate, but I will feel uncertain and unstable,

I will walk right down that skeletal string of right and wrong, because I am the only one who is willing and able.

I will traverse the tragic, tattered, threadbare thread and twine,

Walking closely and peacefully with the enemy by my side on this invisible, imaginary line.

Once segregated, on the corrupted cord we will now collectively combine,

Once poles part, we will now all eliminate and erase the evil equator as we blissfully amalgamate and intertwine.

Where black clouds, hawks, and atomic bombs once ruled the sky, there will now only be a shinning sun and a delicate dove,

Where war and hatred once ruled the world, now there will only be peace and love.

I will cross the parallel line that separates war and peace,

I will emancipate myself out of my rusty cage, allowing my bruised and tired soul to finally release.

I will erase this boundary and boarder that separates us all from becoming vanquished and outdone,

We will all live in peace...together...in harmony...as One.