More precisely to the goal - MarkES

I fire, tearing myself apart, And piece by piece, with words, I recharge. Louder and louder, "Lord, forgive my heart," "Guide my aim, make this shot more large." When everything was staked on a gamble, Money mixed with a bloody, churning sea, When they raised to thrones, a soulless scramble, The nameless, the dishonored, without sex, not truly free. I crave to hear a child&bright laughter ring, And see pure joy within my beloved&eyes, Green grass beneath, and winter&soft white snow, And my son standing firm, where strength never dies. What memory returns, a whisper in the soul, Tired of being a restless, wandering breeze? You chose not to be human, as a whole, And as individuals, you ceased being, if you please. I fire, tearing myself apart, And piece by piece, with words, I recharge. Louder and louder, "Lord, forgive my heart," "Guide my aim, make this shot more large."