Superman is Dead...

Do I have the ability, to articulate to you, the feeling of being, and the loss that ensues

Can I express forfeiture of life, to a tainted cause, to an endless war, it will never be what we thought it was

I cannot create righteousness, the more damage we do the more motivated they become, that is why when this is done, there will be nothing to be won, we’ve fulfilled the prophecy, to their holy war

One of the most beautiful religions misconstrued, these are matters of my heart, yet out of my control, my despair is of a much smaller yet just as important a role.

To lose a comrade, a friend, a brother on life’s path, even though each other we did not know, we want you to know, amongst so many, you’ve joined the echelons of our heroes

Survivor’s remorse, no longer a myth in our heads, losing one, feels like superman is dead.

The weapon to end the war, understanding, with each loss, that blade is dulled and broken

Discussions of peace to replace war, not easily enacted, yet so freely spoken

The equivalent of a math equation, each variable solved, yet no one knows how to arrive to the conclusion.

Again that feeling of despair, pessimistic views glutinously fed, once again confirming, Superman is dead.

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