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The Young

whistles blare gun powder in the air lead pours overhead I can't wait to feel my bed I line up my rifle breathe and squeeze my orders are to strife I run empty so I freeze the quit nights are haunted this conflict was unwanted one more tally added; I can't mask it make sure they spell it right on my casket

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Beata Agustin

Date: 7/16/2025 2:26:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.