Hollow War
On the battlefield
in the midst of illusive chaos
weapons with no weight
are thrown around
causes are destroyed
people drop for empty pride
and those very moments
before one passes on
they ask
"What justice?"
Copyright © Vermillion Scythe | Year Posted 2017
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