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a poem i made
Field of soldiers guns and blood every were
Not knowing who will pass away in blood For blood is in the air no way to hear Seeing comrades dieing in your very eyes Stay strong don't give an inch to the living For the mustered gas and the deaths it holds Death follows for the lives of the living Hearing the bullets zipping over head Hearing the screams of pain from the hard led When will this endless nightmare end my life The bombs going off right next to my head I will die soon like the rest of my men I can't take the pain i will soon be dead The pain is fading now that i am dead |
i got skill
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