Child Of War Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Child born under a red flag.
He gave up all he had.
For ultimate power.
For ultimate control.
For images that couldn't washed out of his head.
The blood ran as rivers of the dead flowed.
Bones littered the ground.
As a reminder of what he has done.
Even in the darkness the sun still shined.
Even upon all chaos some found peace.
A happiness was met on the horizon with grief.
Part of the daily living.
Hopefully soon all this would cease.
A testament to boy living in a war torn country.
He only understands one thing.
To survive you must kill.
To survive you must take.
All is yours if you want it is all he has ever known.
This is what we taught him.
Are we tell him that he must stop?
When others won't.
A mediator of regret, sorrow, and tears to be wept.
An imaginary peace.
He doesn't know what that is.
Upon his conquest all he has seen is men pillage, plunder, and rape.
In this world he doesn't understand what is truly at stake.
An unclaimed state.
He was born into this mistake.
If you live in nothingness, the dark abyss will eventually swallow you.