Morbid wars, twisted scores, life of fear, no safe place near.
A world that scares, with our clothes full of tears, bloodshot eyes,meeting our demise.
Stuck in the battleground, with all the sounds, of armed recruits, and soldier boots.
Our ignored prayers, are still unaware, with our pleas for peace, and this war's cease.
The morbid wars, have no more scores, all fear is lost. Peace has a cost.
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This poem is a collaboration between me and @Mystery_galaxies. @Mystery_galaxies' work is incredible and you should check it out sometime when you have the chance.
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