You’re about to faint
Breathlessness
Heart beats faster
You have the information
Your finger on the trigger
Surroundings fading
Like looking through a scope
Your hair stands on end
You are the captors hope
Trained for this moment
Silence is tempting you
but screaming to come out
Mesmerized by the moment
Shackled by the costs
One for a thousand?
A million for one?
I decide the denomination
Crucified for the nations
Destinies determined
By one allocation
The right translation?
The proper duration?
Correct observation?
..Now perspiration
Why this vocation?
Should there be a declaration?
What are the implications?
Freedom of thought
But you do what you were taught
You must adhere
No emotions or fear
It is out of your hands
Fulfill your demands
Blood at your feet
They say you’re elite
Back home discreet
The reason for scars
are kept in jars
that break at night
in your dreams where you fight.
3/5/09
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