War
Bloody moonlight, carcass and crow's.
Rigid creatures,created from night shadows.
Teeth that are shrewd, creeping like an harrow.
Dyed rosemary, widespread whispers.
Marching band,roaches on foreign land.
Sky cry, child cry, no one care to give a helping hand.
Fair filled the air, faith tells one time is near.
Be bait? Or show no remorse.
Sacrifice the weak, or the dead weight you may keep!
For the strong will strive ,and the meek will grovel at your feet.
Baby's will barely get to eat,grandma's will have eternal sleep.
Destroyed buildings, and carcass crows will eat.
Fights may breakout in the street's.
As dooms day will start to creep.
Bringing country rulers together to have a seat.
All in all history in itself repeat.
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