To have a soul,
You must have a shadow
But where I live the sun never shines
And my soul does not exist
For I am not real
I walk in the shadowlands
Casting a pale fear
Over those who cower
At my ghastly torn shape
Torn by the tortures of my former life
I am my worst nightmare
My screams of agony stretch across
The plains of loneliness
I am alone with my ghostly cadre
Marching to the beat of a silent drum
Guns that do not kill
Shouldered by soldiers who never fight
Thousands killed by the shot heard round the world
Barely uttered breath, yet hardly a word
Was spoken against it
A silent army marches on
Seen by none yet felt by all
Answering the silent, fearful call
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