malaqhi biddick Poems

He stepped onto that bloody battlefield.
With his gun and knife ready to wield.
He pasted all the soldiers dying.
And all the injured crying.
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What is the purpose of life?
Is it to have kids and a wife?
Or is it to try your best?
To become better than the rest?
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It was Edward Ned Kelly.
Bated, bruised and smelly.
That was shot down.
Far from his town.
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