He takes life to fill his own
mathematics of emptiness and defeat
a movement not of one
a decision made over pires of heat
not filled with hate nor malice
filled with nothing but the way of the gun
an effort to fill a soul's empty chalice
but never grasping that nothing can be undone;
The fires of hell
and choirs of heaven
a choice of slave or prince
revolve around this minor circumstance;
Made to be what he is not
made to feel but lack emotional thought
made to fear all that is not lost