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Flesh and blood
Contributed by
musemaniac123
on
Sunday, 20th November 2011 @ 01:04:08 PM in AEST
Topic:
war
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Crouched among crumbs of forsaken landscape Fear choking out their breath and souls Constricting minds, warping senses Once more, peering through deaths lenses.
Awaiting the tears of a god To whistle down from the blackness To make its mark on upturned turf. Fate tightened its noose On children forced into elderly shoes. Soldiers, killers, slayers, neighbors As gaunt as the ghosts they would become.
All essence stripped away but Empty distant stares, were all that was left, of cattle sent in to be slaughtered, Rows of men march forward, eyeballing their deaths! Alas, dead before enemies eyes they met.
Bloods Crimson shade, erupts on early mourning mud. The nameless died with no remorse, but as funnels of flesh, enemy guns they did crudely test, gracefully remembered in their decaying rest.
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musemaniac123
... [
2011-11-20 13:04:08] (Date/Time posted on
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