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War

Spinning,
Caught in the noises of war.
When will we have our last score.
Relying on our troupes to end this tour.

Laying,
Face down in the rubble.
Watching the bullet tumble,
To the last breath before he crumbles.

Running,
With eyes shut tight,
From all the exploding light.
Hoping that it would be the last fight.

Crying,
Tears sliding down,
As i find my brother crown,
Above the lifeless body of the found.

Falling,
Back into my sleep,
Waking to a heap,
Of warm blankets helping me keep.

Remembering,
The last cries,
Before I lost my eyes,
In the last ties......

OF WAR