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War Wounds-be my comments bandaged to heal!!

Fuck yea for poems this ones for Light the BITCH she's so mean and with a stick she poked me and made me write this and Dillon the amazing was laughing and poking his stick with another stick the horror!! anyways I really loved this one just because it sounds good when I read it..comment and love this for what it is a poem and another! also leave the feedback okay here we go...

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Title: War Wounds...

Its been proclaimed, and the fliers are scattered raining paper.

Among the bluest of azure skies..the message?

"Join Us." is the advertising banner...

Splatter all over painting the walls white.

Begging siren call polluting the streets of the empty with its enemies

battle cry.

Deception is this players rule of mutilation.

Soon something bigger than any for saw takes a paper.

And alights the fire.

It all transpires detracting against all.

The real cause unknowing in the battler's heart.

Raised among the fallen ashes, a warriors bravery.

Of lost hopelessness.

The fighter a sure rapid runner comes forth envoy..

Only to get spitted back with hair emerged as ember coals.

The intervene a spirited aflame burns with the roar of a threat.

Any survivors are the true livers.

Preparations ordered plans made, swords drawn..

Sliver sharpen..

Pistols carried with courage.

Ammunition locked and pulled with ready triggers.

Drafting those that are naive enough...

That they'll easily get caught, trapped in the spiders web of gunpowder.

Machinery monsters creed of never to give up.

Falsehood breeds trepidations coward..

The strength levered in deviation's numbers..

of those that are walkers of the dead defiance..

The hearts a beat of the drums cored..

March my blood!, brothers and sisters bleed

and your screams while be the lull played.

"Mercy for the war of humanity."

You'll yell "The winners won!"

Your fatalities the safeguard of deeds finished.

Reformation of the tasks awaiting Knights..of sliver armor..

Clothed Red to fool the blinded disguises don't demise the weak.

For there not meant to be alive when played as dead hero's...

Shot to kill make carnage and the drive to save all on the sidelines.

A soldier's salvation protect to serve.

The weapons man built of distrust, blood thirsty..

The felicities are the beauty of the killed.

It will soon be established that none on the receiving line would win.

Defeated misery's they were always losing..

Demolished, and condemned eliminating the hope yet token.

Prisoners of war are mysterious yet discovered.

The demons enlisting for vicarious congratulates.

The rich are covered in soot..

We are the war...

made up of princes and kings in hiding identity..

of poverty

Proving the wrong..

Gun fired arrows sweep as

they arch and shower the target.

It was declared defeat, with a new treaty..

Rewritten history paving the way.

Negotiations laid in law..

Forced to be fixed into its rule..

The explication bounded..

All keep to kept their promise lands..

We're anything in the dreams kept in captivity

sleep in lieu of the actions choice before

wake..............

"To be heard is to be gone listening?"

Did you like it, hate it, like it...and etc..Favorite lines, parts and more..tell me what I gotta know or I might shoot to kill hahah anyways I really liked this and yea I know its long that's expected by me, this is for Light because she said poem instead of play and she knows what I am talking about I really hope you liked it enough to give the approved feedback....see yea. is it a play or a poem which should I upload next? DID YOU LIKE THE QUOTE>>>? Also