The battle starts at noon
The groans whispers its singal
the blood sounds the end of a war
Living might just menatlly hurt you, the realist has no care for such things
because those are not important. Just 'DO MY BEST'
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If that is my fate
I shall accept it
However, my soul can never obey it
Merely exempted,
it strives to survive the day.
I hope to deliver the last blow
For the foot soldiers will do the same
'Shall not disappoint'
That all they will bring for the appointment.
The bullet just went through the heart
So tell me now,
Here
Now
What is the point now
Of being persistent
Dying for your god?
Are you?
Were you?
I can tell you now
The solitute world you live in is not for you.
such is war
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Random poems and stories
Poetrymay contain dark 'scenarios' the day passes with great distress but everyone thinks it was just stress I blamed it all on the big dress. (I hate skirtsXD) these are some nonsense that I love to write for fun^^
