A,100 Million Poem by poem whore

A,100 Million



with a blood red eye stare
as though the devil himself
was felt in the air
a fog on top of a mountain
air so thick cold unafraid and alone
my M4 will bring me home
7000ft along a border
countries with futures
unknown
bullets sent to the east and west
cought in the meadle of this distress
are coalition forces put to the test

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