War Poem by Benjamin Turner

War



Trudging through the blood stained ground. My friends are dying all around me. I hear their screams echoing in my head. The bang of a gun, another person falls and is lost forever. The war is won but the battle has just begun. The battle for my sanity

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Iron Panda 23™ 28 April 2010

woahsss....deepness! !

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