Run and take cover,
Man the guns,
Kill without hesitation,
Do not have mercy.
This is war,
Death is our profession,
Our passion,
Our duty.
We fight for freedom,
For hope,
For peace.
I am at war,
A civil war.
I fight against myself,
Fight my instincts.
The need to push you away,
The need to hurt myself.
I'm winning,
For now,
But the body count is
Far too high.
This is a holocaust.
This is
War.
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Musings of the Insane
PoésieThis is more or less a sequel to Nightmares, only this one will mostly be freestyle poetry. The same warning applies to this one. Also, if easily triggered, do not read, please. Thanks and enjoy.
