War
It results from a violent act.
The men charge the field and scream attack.
A contract written in blood.
Doesn’t end because no one runs.
Blood and guts are spilled.
All around people being killed.
A man flies into the sky.
From a bomb that blew nearby.
Every second things get worse.
So much destruction but what is it worth.
All that’s left is destruction and chaos.
Not knowing in the end that they have all failed us.
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