All because.

._. Go figure.



Listen to my drowning sunshine,
no more pain shall
it feel. A dozen drops
of sweetened cyanide
mixed in with your corrosive
cider in your hand.

A simple milk bottle,
the film of the white fluid
still visible, even combined
with the petrol you will
ignite with the cheap
tabloid touch-paper.

A fiery concoction,
you must agree.

The water bombs
containing your
lukewarm urine.

Where am I? Am
I in a civil war? Where
I must kill my brother
to save the many enemies?

I don't mind my prison
sentence.

I saved a chapel today.
All because,

all because of a battle
fought so long ago.

Yet, they still haven't grown up.

A war against
orange and green.

A civil war in the
Christian theology.

God! How can they
criticise the other religions
when other sects of their own
see each other as subhuman?

All because,

all because of a
battle, so long ago,
fought.

Damn the IRA and UDA.

Damn them all.

An infantile feud
resulting in wretched
souls, scarred by the attacks.

Yet they forever join the ranks.

Tit-for-tat. Tit-for tat. Tit-for-tat.

Will it ever end?

'Listen to my drowning sunshine,
no more pain shall
it feel. A dozen drops
of sweetened cyanide
mixed in with your corrosive
cider in your hand.'

Fantastic. But I would've replaced 'your corrsive' with 'the corrosive.' Just a thought.

It started out really good, but then got a bit blotchy if you ask me.

To make it better, I would try more showing instead of telling.

Good job