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Ode to war....
By Winter Born
Born again to violence,
and to violence drawn.
Blood has it's
own sound
when it hits the ground.
A red rain that cannot
be copied.
A warm spray that you will never forget.
The screams of the dying are impossible to ignore.
They cut through
nerves like a dull knife through leather.
The dreams are all you
take home.
Family,
friends,
lovers...
I have
watched them all die.
I held my brothers head in my lap as he died...
cries to his mother un answered....
Creator...
how
will I
go?
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© 2007 deployed to hell
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On Sunday, March 4, 2012, Deviated09
(90)
wrote:
You have my respect fully on this write. It's just untouchable..
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A former member wrote:
pure awesome
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On Tuesday, December 29, 2009, Dilated View
(583) wrote:
I can't touch this so I'll just bow my head and give you a moment of my silence. Thank you for having the courage to share.
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A former member wrote:
A red rain that cannot be copied.
A warm spray that you will never forget.
tragic, and my favorite lines
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A former member wrote:
i applaud you for carrying on this dark crusade.you are stronger than i for not running away.i can still feel the warm spray of innocence on my face .
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On Sunday, March 4, 2007, Sin
(1168) wrote:
the art of war makes casualties of us all..even when we dont witness them first hand, we carry the scars of lost brothers and sisters with us forever...this was so brutal that last question stinging the heart ~kristy
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On Sunday, March 4, 2007, island warrior
(210) wrote:
Full on,excellent piece.
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A former member wrote:
beautiful. ~ saddened.
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A former member wrote:
wicked description... impaling, atrocious... I love: "blood has it's own sound / when it hits the ground" too much control of tone, awesome couplet hits home... a deadly bullet, if I say
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