Ashes, Ashes.

All alone
At the end of the world.

Stars gleamed with clear skies above.
The thundering cheers of a gleeful mob.
Resistance unbound by weary militia.
Court orders bred false flags.
Loop holes within loop holes.
Knots twisted.
Stomach aches.
Knife wounds.
Deep in the back of civilization.

Left to bleed out.
To slowly die like starving penned animals. 

Mistakes made clear.
To die with hope clenched in our fists.

If life is warfare
I am but a pacifist