Thanks. Poem by charlotte harris

Thanks.



Know one ever thought,
How it really was,
The enemy(all there was)
Must die.
Shred to pieces,
Torn apart,
Left alone.
They shrunk to his level,
And hurt others,
Lost the target,
Shot someone else's heart.
And then they laughed.
Well just in case she doesn't say so.
Thanks.
A lot.

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