FATE OF A LIVING WARRIOR

The fate of a living warrior with no wars left to fight

Left to wander deep within himself with his memories,

Reminiscences of war racing full speed through his mind

The murmurings of a mad man foaming from his lips

With eyes blurred, brow furrowed upon his forlorn face

He with alcohol breath retells the horrors of those days

When a hospital helicopter flutters closely overhead

A mad guttural scream is heard as he hits the ground.

 

 

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