An innocent soul.

by BrokenSpirit   Nov 7, 2014


A single argument arose.
A single decision made.
A single action was taken...
A thousand lives were lost.

Kindness shining from his souls.
Hope glancing from his eyes, once only seeing good...
But all in the past;
as he takes his first life.

He drew a breath.
With a teardrop making its path through the blood on his face.
He lifts his head as a new man;
a man groomed to kill.

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