War

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My Brothers Loss

Where Do I Start

How Do I Begin Again

When It All Started, With You

Strangers To...

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MARGIE'S MEMORIES

On Margie's white walls...

Pictures of her husband and sons hung in a row...

She pulled out...

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Tragic

Wallowing in the emptiness

Questioning the perceptions of false reality

False happiness,...

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THE PRINCESS AND THE WARRIOR 2

THE SHIPS HAVE LANDED 50.000 MEN GET OFF AS THE KING PLANS THE BATTLE THE PLANS ARE MADE THE TROOPS GET IN...

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THE WAR OF THE ROSES

THE WAR OF THE ROSES

Upon a hill stood a castle
the battlements now crumbling
Sounds of swords clashing
...

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Flesh and spirit

Flesh and spirit

The flesh and spirit wrestle against each

other,the flesh wants us to indulge in things

...

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The War on Peace

The War on Peace

Everything spins as the world drills deeper into the cosmic plank of infinitely splintering fractaling...

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Thoughts of a wife on the...

Thoughts of a wife on the return of her husband from military duty

This hour; 5pm precise

It reminds me

The day you came home

From the war...

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War must end

War must end

Serenity, peacefulness, transquity

Is no more in the world.

There are wars, massive...

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Tits &Tragedies

Tits &Tragedies

Time
Thee unfortunate
Upon houses
In any name,
Wolves attack lions
...

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Where vultures wait

Where vultures wait

In the great desert

Where the thirst lays

The war began

100 years ago

...

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CHANGE YOURWAY

CHANGE YOURWAY

Persecution
Incited confusion
Retribution
Mankind's delusions

The media...

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The man with a crooked...

The man with a crooked smile and big hands ..repost for Grandma anniversary

The man with a crooked smile and big hands

A long long time ago
Before digital took over...

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The Centurion

The clamour of our roars

And wails of the many bleeding

Cacophony of the stab-wound...

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Franck

Franck

I had stood upon your trench

To see your tired eyes

Of a man whose pride was French...

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games of violence

Germinate hate.

It seems all the rage.

Without the aid of reality..

Fueled by a...