Not my story

**this is fiction and is not based on real events.**

I can be happy,  
Living in a land where I'm free to do as I please,  
On the other hand,  
Some struggle to eat,  
 
Hypocrisies,  
Dissonance in my beliefs,  
Growing up on suburban streets,  
I concede to the make believe,  
This is the way it's meant to be,  
Maybe there is a stake in it for me,  
 
Can I can find my peace in this reality?  
Full of deceit,  
Frame it like we compete,  
But Never look at the faces of defeat,  
So I perceive suffering as a disease,  
 
 I don't see past my computer screen,  
Bury my head in comic relief,  
Common decency I delete,  
Like on F B  
"O M G is this bitch talking bad bout me?"  
 
Well it seems you hear my screams for attention,  
The extremes of my personality-  
Did i mention,  
My stream of thoughts displays tension,  
Memories of being molested,  
 
I Start to question how I displace this aggression,  
I enlist so I can kill with discretion,  
confession are not prominent,  
I'm  Conscripted to fight for imperial dominance,  
Spread it like a venereal  conquest,  
 
Blame communists,  
 For the consequences of our incompetence  
I speak constant nonsense while,  
running ops in the land of the prophets,  
A Military man but it's Obvious I never read the Northwood documents,  
 
Part of a homogeneous audience  
I don't understand the logic of our foreign politics,  
dishonorably discharge so something is amiss,  
I'm armed to the teeth and done with the government tricks,  
 
Labeled a Home breed terrorist on channel 6,  
Cuz I don't giving a shit,  
Reference the second amendment,  
While I pack ratchets around your kids,  
Contend with this American breed son of a bitch,  
It all ends with the click of a deadmans switch,  
 
 
 
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To be continued...