War - Poem by david campbell
it states itself on the blood of men
washing off in the river of sin
it feeds on the corruption of men
takings deaths souls in its hand
it comes with great cost, and states that
no mercy shall be given or lost, men shall
have the final say.
it has no race for war has no face.
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