Time To Kill

Is there ever a time to kill

What ravages the mind can conquer

The bodies of millions, in time

Lines between sanctimonious cleansing

And murderous gashes are blurred

When the knife is cleaned, and the tissue

Lays naked in the alleyway

How does that soul breathe? Is it scattered

Into the winds, with disdain, dismay

In the lack of closure

The soul of the slain is silent, not mourning

Just waiting for it’s time to begin again

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