'I'm not a nut!' I yell to myself.
My brain throbs with it's own argument.
Memories of dreams bounce lively in my head.
Wars fought,
Horrible images,
Death to no end.
I, as the hand that causes death.

'I'm not a nut!' I say again.
I continue to convince myself.
I have a heart, a soul.
I have concious.
A war for the good of everyone.
Murder for justice.
They are evil.
But where does it end?

'I'm not a nut...' I assure myself softly.