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τό κᾰτᾰπεπτωκός φροντιστής Reged: 12/07/19 Posts: 2149 Loc: chillin' on Charon's skiff |
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Who is anyone to speak of war? Does one death not speak any more? Serious, is it only millions? Spin the wheel of fortune in life Some are born with luck, Others with strife But nobody ever sent sword in hand Thought it was they who would fall And nobody before them who fell deserved it Responsibility on account of us all Will be the only thing that will fit In the memory of all time, and all land War whithers but will fall deep in the sand A rhyming scheme strict and planned Sometimes can seduce But ought to seek and demand That which war has produced And that is pain, misery, needless death, That's horror, terror, and crying Nothing human can remain foreign to me Whatever can be said is futile about dying About preventing it, something perhaps But it must be now, not in time elapsed As it was in trenches, or a sinking ship As it was in planes, and bleeding -------------------- ☆✮★⋆I ♡ the music, not the bling⋆★✮☆ https://rictornorton.co.uk/eigh 𝔦𝔫 𝔫𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔫𝔦 𝔭𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔪𝔦 𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔲𝔪 𝔣𝔦𝔲𝔫𝔱 May I ask what your bud type is?
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