A-Yet! A-Yet! Blood Flows Pencil Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
A-Yet! A-Yet! Blood Flows Pencil
A-yet! A-yet! Blood flows pencil
Like and thin a-down your face
a-down your lips
A-yet! A-yet!
The helmets crash
The armors clank
The shields burst
The fire sparks fly.
The morn is up
The dawn has come
The dawn is gone
Yet bleak the day.
The earth is dry
The earth cries
The earth is in misery
A-yet! A-yet! Blood flows pencil
Like and thin a-down your face
a-down your lips
A-yet! A-yet!
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