By James

I see the world in such a wreck with buildings imploding and suicide jets. How do you live knowing friends will die; how do you pick up a knife and kill a guy? What are your dreams and what are your goals, and how do you know a bomb wont make those explode?I ask these things to you but one question is all I need to be answered true, that question is on my mind and consumes my every thought…�what’s the main reason you do what you do?�.Why do you fly the flag up high; is it such a beautiful flag to fly?Or is it a monster attacking God and that was going insane to find Hussane?So the end is near and the country has a religious deaf ear and now I seem to wonder that if I could plunder into my many wonders; where would they lead. To an empty street or a dead end where no one meets? Now I am through and have spoken to you. I hope you read this letter of mine; this letter wrote by a child’s mind.

Submitted By zeeshan

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