!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Oh, these are the missiles)
A×Infinity (These are the enemy soldiers)
War begins....
I gotta reach the paperfield!
Boom!
And there goes my head.
Bleeding my memory on the ground.
I must keep my bloods inside.
Let us go, let us go, my bloods are saying this.
They don't want to fight.
Machine Books are my weapons,
But they have Atomic papers.
My knowledge is like a small bullet,
In the ExamWarField.
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PoesiaIf you like strange, chaotic and deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields.
