NUNCA MAIS !!!Don't let tradition rule your life -- Roark
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Tuesday, October 17, 2006
 
Currently Listening
The Best of 1980-1990
By U2
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So it has been a while since i have posted anything on myy blog.

I have written a poem I thought i would share it with all of ya'll let me know what ya'll think.

The War that Never Ends

 

Bright eyed little boy, standing near a ghost town house

Smoke rising, from charred half trees

Smell of rubber, hair, and scorched flesh, black smoke in the air

Breath deep, lungs wheeze, scream, hack in despair

 

Bodies everywhere

Red covers metal spikes and hard plastic

Stomp of brown hard soles, dust rises

A brass casing falls

 

The shine of a machine, that brings death

Cold caresses the skin, but warm water drops drip from the pores

Screams come from everywhere

Bodies lying on the floor

 

Red maroon liquid, puddles around still life

Orange and yellow flickers, engulf metal and wood ashes in the air

 

 

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