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close my eyes and try to imagine

this place filled with

empty holes

dry throats and bloodshot eyes



the sand

fucking sand everywhere

and the people are so different

from us



i met a man today but

i wasnt sure if he was praising me

or threatening me

his words were lost in the translation



seven days without sleep

and the ground still rumbles

it keeps me awake at night



im imagining

im imagining



approaching in formation

lifting my gun

aiming at a mans head and

pulling the trigger

i was trained well

and

i

dont

miss

a

shot



complete order in the midst of complete chaos



and as the sun goes down

im resting next to four dead bodies

the blood still rushes from the holes

i put in their skin



im imagining



what my family is doing at this moment

sitting down to dinner

maybe they are thinking of me

and smiling

so proud

their hero



the gunshots

and the cries in the dark

the orange glow lighting up our faces

as i drift into a half sleep



i close my eyes for just a minute

and i wonder

about these people

about this war

if im suppose to really be here

that my actions are justified



i think about the lives i ended

every face i remember

so different from mine

but

we all have the same expression



i inhale for what seems like forever

the dust fills my lungs as i look up to the sky

and i wonder

if every ten year old enemy soldier

thinks the falling bombs are shooting stars.