Bombardment.
Battlefield.
Undulating
terrain.
Ripe.
Ready
to be
assaulted,
attacked.
Generations
of skirmishes.
Altering
terrain.
Hills and
valley’s
adjusted
to time
and place.
Battle
lines
contested,
ebb and
flow.
Weapons
improved,
change
acceleration.
Battlefield
changing,
evolving.
Simple
assaults
morphed to
bombardment.
Mind
control.
Constant
senses
assault.
Pounding
to
submission.
Power and
control.
Battle
for the
soul!
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 15th, 2022 08:50
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Those battles never win in the long run, they just cause more problems.
Andy
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