Free War Poem

Free War Poem

Machines of War

Machines of war.
The cogs of fate.
They're made to kill
And teach of hate

I worship death,
Your enemy.
I track you down,
Don't let you flee.

So run as can.
You run so well
You're in my sight
But you can't tell.

This is the game.
Its you or me.
Its rather grim
The choices be.

These are the thoughts
That I do figure.
With my finger
On the trigger.

Goodbye for now,
You lucky clover.
You rest in peace.
For you its over.


- Written by Anonymous Poet

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1 comment:

ekhosama said...

Dang that one's cool

 

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