I hear the thundering rumbling sound
Blood hits like heavy rain on the ground
Bodies are stacked like cords of wood
Results of the death of man's brotherhood
The scars left behind no one can see
It is all just a coming of destiny
Written in the stars like a book
Cannot read them if you never look
Scariness of looking to far ahead
A view point from the dead
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Author:
The Depressed 1 (
Offline) - Published: February 23rd, 2022 00:09
- Comment from author about the poem: Just some words that came to me
- Category: Sad
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