Your country needs you
Your government lies, as your Son dies.
The end is nigh, as are the cold black nights.
The vision of the Undead Knight.
The taker of your life.
Your soul was sold, your eyes are cold.
Your body still bears the scars of old.
My life is now not even an existence;
Just a head full of mixed up memories.
Have a war and kill your soldiers,
Or just destroy your nuclear weapons and save all of us.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Author:
Aa Harvey (
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- Published: July 15th, 2020 04:00
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 6
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