i aim, he fires

i aim, he fires
& it is not our fingers set on the trigger,
but our hearts; determined to do this
- we are not bad people.

i aim, he fires
eventually, some do guess it – duality
and so we count our mercies instead of our kills
- we are not the villains of this story.

i aim, he fires
& we become enamored with it;
we humanize gods and bring heroes to their knees
- we do not kill the good people.

i aim, he fires
we were meant to find this distasteful.
we were meant to save the world.
but eventually, it became personal
and we burnt down the place that we called home.

he aims, i fire.

we were meant to save the world.

a/n: “…and rid myself of the place that helped make me the fine, upstanding gentleman you now see before you.” self-destruction? i’ve no idea. i wish i was channeling Amanda Palmer. she is such a goddamn goddess. she deserves caps. and this does not reflect my opinion. it’s just, that saying. ‘someone’s freedom fighter is someone else’s freedom fighter.’ is it murder if you only kill the bad guys? does it matter? it was meant to have more of a mention of duality – lordy what a pretty appropriate theme, huh? – and duality of the sexes, particularly – or should I say gender – yes, i should say gender – but yes. it was meant to be more about that, but it just worked like this. he – i – being female, of course. but what i really meant to say in this huge thing is that, yes, this certainly does not reflect my opinion. i’m with the guy with the gun. i’m the i, and he’s the gun, i guess. so yeah, i’m with him, and we’re still, like, at the beginning of this. and i guess i’m wondering, does knowing – or suspecting the end help anything? like people who know power corrupts – but think they’re stronger than that? is that okay? is it possible? thoughts? on the poem, on this ramble, on the meaning of life? happy new year. 2007. let’s fucking do this.