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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Bang, Bang, Bang The cracks in my ears Run,run,gone the silhouette of my peers My boots are sandals of mud, moulded like baked pastry Time, time, time, was the beating of my thought March, march, march, were my orders of before Now the battle smoke has cleared and my heart can feel no more Strains of my friends leave memories upon this ground Like ripped soggy tissue, all around And I am alone, too scared to make sound Too much realization too young to know What things I could be doing and what things I should bestow What sights I should of seen and what has tarnished the in-between The passive reacting cold has taken my future, blemished the soul Young,young,young was the age of us all Kill, blood, kill was all we had in store Rapid swirling deaf I see the blood inside I’ve taken one round and I’ll never survive I can see a rain drop roaming down this rock It’s the last vision to understand this life I still have got It’s harmonic stature it’s peaceful rot And here is my end I cannot grip a stare I cannot effort my fingers I know I must be dying, seconds to bare I don’t know what to do but I am not crying It’s getting hard to breathe I cannot feel my toes I can hear my mother calling, I muster a smile I am surrounded by the loved ones escalating mile upon mile A final push of effort understood as folly Yawn, gasp, then death has taken me to dark I’ll miss a many faces; I’ll never ride my bike I’ll never kiss those soft lips or feed a little guy I’ll never enjoy those things I’ve always lived to buy And I’ll never know the future as I am far too young to die
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