I won't be coming home tonight,
It rained mortar shells while I was outside.
Tell papa I love him, and
I'm sorry I haven't called in a while.
I wanted to come back with a surprise,
That college degree I've been working for,
I got it mama, I wanted you proud.
But I think I'll come home wrapped in a flag.
I'm sorry mama,
I couldn’t run fast enough,
It happened in a blink, I swear
I couldn't react.
There was a whistle and
something flung me off the ground.
I could hear screams around
And I tasted blood in my mouth.
It really hurt mama,
I know I cried for you,
But no one answered,
Only more screamed bellowed
I'm scared, mama.
I want to hear your voice
But it's getting cold and
Another whistle is about
To hit home.
I'm sorry mama,
I think I lost my voice.
I can see your name
Blinking on the crac
He collapsed onto the doughy floor beneath him. He had been in this miserable cell for who knows how many days now? Perhaps even weeks or months, God forbid, years. He had long since lost track of time, yet he did not care.
Those damn fools. Who the hell did they think they were? Locking him up. HIM. A man of science. A bringer of societal advances, and hero to mankind. They would regret this. All of them. If they would not have him as their savior, they would have him as their end maker.
His brow twitched for a momen
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