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well just another poem for u i guess since i just had one in my mind


War



Going into the land
Of another mans country
Fighting for the white mans need
For a lost cause of someones own foolish greed
Seeing the blood of others
The blood of your friends
The lifeless surrounding
The worn out places
Even on the brightest day can seem to be
The next day of death for one of no mind
No mind of what is right or wrong
But killing for the man for fun
What are we to decide what is right or wrong
It sometimes seem that
Even the Devil is sent to do Gods work
To collect the soul of the dead and end
The war with death for artificial honor of others around you
Coming home with the thought of the man who you killed for a reason you don't
Even know
It could even be a lie
Being sent there and told to do something
With the belief you are doing the right thing
War is something a tyrant would do
With no end
Until the last man dies and
The smell of the dead is in the air
For war has no rules
No mercy
Friends are your enemies
And your enemies can even seem to be your friend
War is life
War is death
The system we all follow for power
War makes the world go round