Flames of War
By Victor Edmunds Published 3 months ago • 1 min read
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Photo by Marek Studzinski on Unsplash
The flames of war
Can burn you down to the core
A perpetual machine
Ready to strip you clean
Where all you know is pain
While being soaked in bloody rain
The Elite think its nothing but a game
Not knowing who it is they maim
So when you visit the grave
Of those forced to be brave
Remember their sacrifice
When it is you they try to entice
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