A Walk To The End

The clock ticks;
A paradise beckons;
A hell lurketh;
Breaths bids farewell;
Winds hurls mens'
Souls into abysmal horizons;
Into abodes, dark;
Of venomous cobras.

If only the ear could hear ;
The trigger of the sniper.
If only the eyes could behold;
The stern stare of the foe.
If only the heart could sense;
How hasty oxygen escapeth.
If only man was in the know
How he treks to his bane;

He would covet not the vain
Pleasures of an illusory morrow;
He would shed the spite
Housed in his breast;
He would not build fortresses
When his home is six feet beneath;
He would not walk shoulder-high
When he only takes A walk To The End.
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