The days of the past
Try not to make it last.
The smiles that show
Should never go.
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The words are like bullets
Piercing the soul.
We think of triumph
We just want control.
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These battles are silent
You will here no plea.
But if you listen closely,
Maybe you will see.
You are not alone.
Allies await
Real help. Blood and bone.
No need for debate
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But we are not in solitude!
Don't you see?
Everyone has their World War Three.
YOU ARE READING
Brought from the Mind
PoetryThese are really just poems. Some are about corruption, some about emotions, and some are scary stories. The first few poems are terrible,but give it time. They have gotten pretty good. WE BROKE 400 VEIWS!!! YAY!!!!!
