War of Words
The sound
Comes like a sword
Drawn by the
Coward villains of war
The bad guys
And they are trying to kill me
Draw the first blood
The shinning blade
Is pierced into my brain!
Shattering the thoughts I had of her
Something,
May be red in color
May be white
Flew like
The fountain that
They were fighting for
And I wondered my way to
The place that I shall call home
From now on
What was I doing there?
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