From 15th November, so 3 months old. Kinda proud of this:O
Battle's ending.
Theres's no enemy holding.
This is what they call victory,
after that morbid death factory.
Standing on the field, raising their hands
they celebrate their fame, and not even glance
At what they have done.
With that blindness, how would they come
to realize that they didn't have to fight.
But overall, it became so quiet there just overnight!
Over one night, full of rumbling weapons.
It all started with a one-word sentence
,,Attack!"
After a word like this, there's anything to expect...
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PoetryWell hey I thought that I could place here some of my poems so the world could see Be ready for cliché warning in 3 2 1 .. --------------WARNING-------------- So. I almost never publicate. English isn't my native language. I'm just a NOOB enjoy (Oo...
