Shell Casings
There is a land somewhere
The place is lifeless
And realizing, by this sight
One finds life to be priceless
At times there will be
Extraordinary disputes
Between nations of which
Own armys of repute
These armed forces posses
Warriors and machines
having powers we, may only guess
As these titans clash
Over reasons they not know
Warriors fall
Over reasons they have yet to be shown
All that is left
On the surface of this land
Are empty shell casings
And spots colored red
where our hero’s have bled
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