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What can you say.

after the war
we stitch our wounds
cleaning streets and filling
those water filled craters
bury the fallen, the heroes
building up towns who were
annihilated from paper thin maps
straight from a winter wonderland story
a shadow nation left with permanent scars
how did it come this far anyway
madness rules
fools who turned to cruelty
a meaning to a clumpsy treason
so sudden it became a heavy hitting burden.
 
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◄ Fallen angels.

Nonsense. ►

Comments

rob1967able

Sat 9th Mar 2024 17:49

Thank you Holden, you always have my back!

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