A war

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The world is about to end
The war has began
Nothing is there to mend
Until it all ends

Peace has gone
Silence of the war seeds had been sown
and now see its rage and growth

The bullet fires , the rifles ejects
Enemies doesnt reflect
They just go ruthless

In the mud they camouflage
Knowing it wont last
we are made of dust and will die as dust

The nature whispers they are strong
But the fates written  for the brave and bold
They'll stand in front of sore and cold, just like water into fire

O mother earth forgive us
But the war shall proceed, as we see demise all around,
We are bound
None shall weep as a warrior dies
As evil must not rise
a martyr he was

In thier  respectful attire
Who shall be the one to see the peace in death as people become corpses
Who shall be the one to see the cold faces of all amigos they lost in the begining of the next dawn sitting as if they are alive.

One shooted, as he runs to save
One's neck ripped apart as he recalls his mother
Tears fell down, his eye still open wide

Third......burned alive ,
as he jumps out of his tanks amd screams in agony. Burning brightly as if he's slowly melts in brown.

Wet, Mud was his only hope.

The wind now rustles in my ear,
Telling the war has no end,
It destroys mankind.

Life threatening tradgies, never ending hatred.

Man snaps open his eyes, in the night before early sunrise ,
Fear of death and war drowns him again.

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