Untitled Poem by James Pansegrau

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War, when will we end it.
Death, does come from it.
Hate, happens because of it.
Revenge, fuels and drives it.
Blood, breaks through it.
Nothing is gained from it.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: hate,war
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