This is War

July 10, 2012
Roars of hate
shake the gates of hell,
this is war

Mud sucks through
the soles in our boots,
mingling with our blood,
pulling us




Thoughts scream in their box,
never to be heard in the chaos
and gunshots and cries of agony
that swell like tidal waves in a sea of frost

Weak and alone we will all fall,
bodies lay crumpled,
bullets for hearts,
medals and scars

Until few remain,
lone, battered soldiers
on the edge,
with nothing left to mourn
because everyone's hands are covered in blood,

this is war

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