Have you heard of the demons hidden in black
Painted green, brown, and traveling in packs
Who's footsteps and marches are heard all around
But to their enemies they are nowhere to be found
The anxiety that keeps them awake
Knowledge of the fact their lives are at stake
As if the possibility of their death keeps them alive
And the days drag on as they try struggle to survive
Everyday is a battle that tears them apart
Watching all of their friends die or depart
Knowing somebody is out there training to kill them
Risking never seeing family again
War us not apart game that can be easily played
Strategy is apart must and prices are paid
So before you go proudly into that war
Know you'll never be the same as before
(t.j)
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War
Poetry"Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light." -Dylan Thomas
