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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The milky fog of an afternoon glass Seeps through deep trenches Amongst the rubble lies a reflection Mystified and vaporised with poppies all around Golden ichor is not for the faint of heart A bomb fired years ago Finds itself down your throat ten years after The everlasting headache always soothes But spirals infinitely till it reminds Of the glasses smashed And screams that crashed Of the men who thrashed With there guts all bashed Shots send shivers down your spine And in so little time a firework becomes a mine The engine of a car is the tread of a tank One more blowout and you’ll forget your rank What friends are friends who forget names at a sip They are the ones who remember the most But must force a drill to there brain To forget all that happened and make nothing new It’s the golden syrup of gods that gives impermanent healing powers If only it was had during the metal rain If only you didn’t look in the eyes of the greatest pain For now the soul of death lives within you It will create the headache which you drown It will tell you that you wear a crown It will tell you to suck the life out of a glass For it will thrive at all the power it has Please remember the heroes you fought for There blood drained with no gold at all The enemy is not there to conquer you But to show to you that you still stand tall
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