Running stunted stum'bling soldiers
soldier on with all their cunning
gunning down without a sense
of wickedness or innocence
face to plaster blaster walls
wallowing in their disgrace
trace amounts of small remorse
flicker through the brutal force
smoking ruins tune in laughter
laughable to think their joking
weeping windows drip with flame
o'er reckless revolutions game
a civil vigil's what remains
remnants of a darker day
gray ashes and smould'ring sky
under which their mem'ries lie...















Comments
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I'm always in search of Comments and Critiques. Tell me what you think.
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I don't floss, I just bring chaos
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When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me, Whisper words of wisdom, Let it be...
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When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me, Whisper words of wisdom, Let it be...
But it's fine because it makes sense now so don't worry about it, lol.
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I'm always in search of Comments and Critiques. Tell me what you think.
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When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me, Whisper words of wisdom, Let it be...
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