Killing in the name of

All you can do is take the swing.

You know what I mean? At the end of the day, you can’t keep the bombs from falling, or the hungry from dying, or the mad from killing.

At the end of the day, for all your effort, that ball lands where it will.

But for the love of God, you can swing.

You can pull back that bat, and with true intentions, and all your might, and your eyes on the prize… you can try… you can take the swing.

So do it.

Take the swing

Madmen have their fingers on the button. They want to kill, swathed in a piece of cloth that better men than them have died for.

They want to kill in your name.

Don’t let em.

You can take the swing.