[Stop Asking Me to Come Back - James Arthur]
Does it not make you shudder,
When the blood of many innocents,
Taint your skin?
Do the cries of children,women and men of the Lost,
Not make a single 'pang' in your heart?
Does the damage you create,
not make any difference to your conscience?
It does to me.
And my skin will always wear the dust;
Of the sufferings they faced by your hand.
And they will remain etched onto my skin,
Like the tremors your grenades left tattered,
On the earth's surface.Note:
So in case it's not very clear, this is about war. idk why I get so affected, but I do. And I think war is a horrible thing bc only the innocent suffer.
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