Though we deplore the reason
That we invite war and death.
We seat them with the fallen
Who paid with their last breath.
Though we enjoy the bounties
Of their suffering and pain.
We find the same new reasons
To do it all again.
So join us at the table
And count the ghosts at this feast.
Are we to break the cycle
And honour the deceased?
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Soft Curses of Angels - Volume 4 - Wish for The Wicked
PoetryAm I a boy imitating a man or a man still thinking he is a boy? I may never know. Welcome to the latest edition to my chronological anthology of bad poetry. Estimated age at time of writing 29-Present I both thank and apologise to any soul who tak...
