Standing before the battle ground
Witnessing the carnage
Of a life lived in turmoil
Ended by the desperation of one self
Who could no longer bear the torture of his thoughts
The destruction that he wrought
Was only upon himself
But the aftermath is more wide spread
Than any one could know
The memory carried within the hearts, the minds, the souls
For perhaps a hundred or more years to come
A legacy unspeakable
Did he manage to put an end to the ugliness in some small way
Even if not the sorrow?
I hated you for years
I love you now again
I forgive you for the transgressions you make
Please forgive me for mine
My shadow brother
(Channeled from my co-author. The host personality of his soul speaking to the protector personality with whom he was at war for many years.--LS)
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