War
Protruding from the wretched pores,
The stench of filth brought to earth,
Stagnating skin hanging from the sores,
With the agony of sucerian birth.
The cause of yet is undefined,
Though it seems to be figured out,
The screams continue to incline,
Not yet known whats come about.
Prepared for by none except the experienced,
Death and gore is all thats seen,
And the body's that expired hence,
So the senses become very keen.
Seeking survival for flashback,
Scared for life and in death,
The soul is burned, charred coal black,
War takes life like airborne meth.
Copyright © Brandon Olds | Year Posted 2009
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