bomb the planes
bomb the tanks
eat away at
the enemy flanks
bodies go flying
limbs strewn upon the ground
only explosions can be heard no joy can be found
no joy in the sorrow
of all the dead
no self pride can be felt
under your clothes dyed red















Comments
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nerds rule!!
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~HATE is more like a flower then Love,
every petal for every hateful thought and thorns for the pain of it all......
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you are a waterfall waiting inside a well
you are a wrecking ball before the building fell
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nerds rule!!
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nerds rule!!
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