RedemptionA Poem by Grimesya poem agains warThe blood ran down his steely blade no thought or worry to the orphans he's made He had fought a good fight For all that was right. Yet the blood on his hands lingered on.
He was a pawn in the hand. Of his uncle Sam. Yet the guilt on his mind. Unforgiven with time Haunted his dreams without mercy.
No longer would he play this role. He was a man, he had a soul. A killer no more They can fight their own war. All he sought now was peace.
© 2013 GrimesyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorGrimesyFt benning, GAAboutTo see the beauty in everything, that is my goal. When everything is beautiful there is no room for fear, or hate, or sorrow. "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under th.. more..Writing
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