I have lived the cannons fire, I have inhaled the explosions, I have the booming echoes of the Strom's piercing the smoke filled air, I breath it with every breath, with every life, with every death, when the smoke clears, I still stand, I kneeled, I rose back up even stronger, I smile as I rise, I look into deaths eyes, I give a soft gentle kiss on the lips, embracing death for death needs a moment, second guessing, what's this soul suddenly appeared back upon me, a Pisces, what death done got ahold of,...