Machines
Running and holding your best friend
Stayed with you since the beginning
Protects you from endless danger
Saves your precious life
Pop pop blow
Blasting bullets everywhere in sight
Killing innocent young or old people
Tearing lives apart
Fighting along with your friend
Doing the best you can
Helping to save others
To carry them on to the end
Machines are deadly
People become alike with them
Walking along the winding road
Going back to nowhere but back to war
Copyright © Mikayla Mitts | Year Posted 2015
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