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War

War

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Soaked up in the dying sunrays, like a fire on a cold winter night; Slithering softly through my eyelids, arrive like a fire on a cold winter night; Slithering softly through my eyelids, arrive
the long lost treasures of oceans. 

And I stare breathlessly, at the raindrops.
Dainty, divine as they fall; knocking into me graciously,
As a shower of love to wipe my charred soul. 

Wouldn't mother come herself to wash the blood off my face?
Was this rain all she could send? And father, who always taught me
To be strong, would he still pretend to not miss me at all?
And wouldn't the sisters come along complaining of all the dirt I wear, And the mud I've slept on? Is this rain all they could send? 

For as a villain to some and a martyr for rest,
I will depart this world with the wind tonight. But even if they drop me Into the sky now, I'll make the stars wave our flag and sing along. 
Like a lifeless, fallen leaf I lie, who fought with all the love he had.

 

 


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