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war of the world

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I listen to the air
As it screams of sorrow.
I watch the fight
As blood is shed.
I touch the gun
That kills out peace.
I taste the tears
That strives for hope.
I smell the smoke
Whisping from fires.
I feel the chaos become thick
And the peace become thin.
I pray for help from anyone that’s near.





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xBaByGiRrL22x said...
Jun. 6, 2010 at 9:58 pm
oooo i really like this. i can fully picture it like im there. this is really good, keep it upp:))
 
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