War
When the guns fire.
When the bombs explode.
When the last man standing finally falls.
Its the end.
When the ammos gone.
When the wall of men that protected you dies off one by one in front of you.
When you cant sleep; knowing you may never wake again.
Its the end.
When you have no food.
When you have nothing to drink.
When you have nothing but the clothes on your back.
Its the end.
When scorpions crawl into your "Bed".
When your fort is burnt to the ground.
When your best friend leaves you because he's dead.
Its the end.
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