And so, without little thought
They demanded that this game should start
Each one despicable, and so willing
To heave that blade through her heart.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
LXIII: Game
And so, without little thought
They demanded that this game should start
Each one despicable, and so willing
To heave that blade through her heart.
