He says that they must avenge Him.
That we are both at fault,
no one is right but Him.
Confused and wrought with the pains of illusion,
we scream at the others for having forsaken us
to the deepest pits of our nightmares.
Men do not exist here,
faces are lost,
names are remembered.
Numbers, orders, people.
The sadness of knowing,
the happiness of knowing.
Yet I feel like once we were able to control ourselves.
But now,
We watch from the butts of rifles,
aimed at ourselves
Because there is no chance for the lives of men
in No Man’s Land.