Explosions.
Earthquakes.

Armies of blind soldiers march
To war, brothers on both sides.

Hellfire.
Warcries.
I hold in my hands a gun.
I will use it to kill you.

Anger.
Hatred.
Death, meticulously planned,
Reigns on the field of battle.

Anguish.
Horror.
I will protect my homeland
From you, and from your poisons.

Stranger?
Murder.
Our eyes meet for one second;
Our souls meld for all of time.

Sinner.
Victim.
I must remember who I am,

Not who they would make me.

Bullets.
Bombshells.
There is camaraderie in
Knowing you will die with me.

Hours.
Minutes.
Impending death can make one
Question what they thought they knew.

Killer.
Mourner.
It was only self defense;
No other choices, chances.

Dauntless.
Hopeless.
My actions have destroyed me;
I shot you, and killed myself.

Chaos.
Clamor.
I am the last one standing;
Would that I had fallen first!

Sunset.
Gauntlet.
Which is braver: suicide,
Or the choice to carry on?

Question.
Answer?
Suicide is strength; I know
Not what waits at the far side.

Question.
Answer?
Living is courageous; I am
Blind against the near side.

Breakdown.
Rebound.
How can I die, with my goals?
How can I live, with my guilt?

Recourse.
Resolve.
I cannot end my own life,
This gift I have died to protect.

Courage.
Peace.
I will be dauntless; I'll be
Strong enough to carry on.