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The Secret War

I've been in battles
Never seen before
All are top secret
To documents I swore.
Places so different
No one has seen
But when I got back
I was told it was a dream.
But I can remember running
Running so fast
Dodging bullets of light
And infernal blasts.
To say exactly
Where I've been
I really don't want to remember
What I have seen.
Everywhere around me
Seemed like a trap
But no one could ever
Place this on a map.
I remember the rules
No helmets off
For the air is so thin
Your definitely cough.
So where is this place
Cos I want to know
3 golden suns
In the sky that glow.
Scared to death
Each day a fright
So stars in the sky
For perpetual daylight.
I just won't except this
For it isn't a dream
In god's holy name
For where have I been.

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75 Years

HEY HEY HEY
No more fears
How long was I out there
Try 75 years.
Drifting alone
In the depths of space
Far from earth
And the human race.
Your lucky to be here
To tell you the truth
Cos I ain't joking
Cos this ain't no spoof.
The ship that found you
Way out there
Could have passed you bye
Without a care.
Alot has changed
Since you've been gone
For the material of time
You've been torn.
So it's welcome back
I could say
For the dawn of your new life
It starts today.

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To Life Immortal

TO LIFE IMMORTAL
THE NOWHERE MAN SAID
FOR I SHALL NOT SLEEP
TILL EVERY DEMON AND DEVIL
IS  DEAD.
FOR EVERY JOURNEY I TAKE
IS ANOTHER TRAIL
UNTIL EVIL IS GONE
FOR I,LL FIGHT TOOTH AND NAIL.
FROM DUSK TILL DAWN.
THERE COMES ANOTHER ONE
FROM THE HOURS OF DARKNESS
TILL THE RISE OF THE SUN.
MY GALLANT HORSE
SILVER HOOVES ARE SHOD
FOR MY PRAYERS ARE MY WEAPONS
MY ARMOUR OF GOD.
CREATURES OF EVIL
MANKIND ITS FEAST
FOR DAY AND NIGHT
THY SEEK THESE BEAST.
THE TRAVELS I TAKE
THROUGH COLD AND HEAT
FOR IMMORTAL HEROES OF GOD
WILL NEVER BE BEAT.
FOLK OF THE VILLAGES
OF EVIL THEY SPOKE
BUT STORIES OF SUCH
ARE NEVER A JOKE.
MOONLIGHT IT SHINES
THROUGH WATER FILLED GLADES
CATCHES THE SILVER
OF MY DAGGER AND BLADES.

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the poem of the lost and lonely a dogs tale

Cold and lonely
I walked the street
How I miss
My homely heat.
Walking endlessly
From door to door
For I cannot speak
Only offer a paw.
Please give me love
For I grow so thin
Open up your heart
And let me in.