In the beginning,
there was nothing
just a strange peace
a strange stillness
borne from the absence of life
and in the end,
there will be nothing
just a strange silence
borne from the presence of death
the rivers will turn red
and the seas will swell
the vultures dead
from the holocaust
of what was born in hatred
and yet we kill and maim
this is not intelligent life
there is no compassion
there is no love
in the strangers eyes
whose body lies next to mine.
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