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Mine Fields
Contributed by
Jimmato
on
Monday, 16th May 2005 @ 09:30:16 PM in AEST
Topic:
war
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Crab walk through broken glass
Youre playing my favourite game again
Of mud of bone of shattered lives
The streets are grey and dead
With crutch in crook the children play
Or tumble on mines instead
In peace in war in putrid flesh
A crumbling place of fear
My TV shows a distant place
Unreal cause its not here
They Crab walk on broken limbs
And welcome me to their playground
Copyright ©
Jimmato
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2005-05-16 21:30:16]
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Re: Mine Fields
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by Nazmythian on
Friday, 27th May 2005 @ 04:00:14 AM AEST
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Weapons for destruction of the masses ? For that will most certainally be who suffers them the most. Love the thought process here.
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