The Last Draw

November 24, 2008
As he walks the valley of life-less bodies,
he pladges how grateful he is to life,
lost friends, lost people never coming back.
War plagues the land like a lethal plague,
sucking the souls of inocent creations,
while he walks the land, he trips across a hard stale object,
he looks at what he lays on and realises that was his brother.

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