……….Pay no attention to the scribes, behind the scribes of those words; more importantly the power’s in the beautiful view right down to the birds, this time the point was missed even by the nerds, and as usual those with the power to splurge, forgotten deified kings orders to be fruitful and to merge, to replace fallen soldiers after a perceived scourge, formulated words make it seem like we’re always on the verge, to complete what seems like a impossible purge….
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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A clever weaving of internal rhyme makes the fabric of this poem of wartime disaster. Nicely done
Thanks
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