War On Betrayal. - Poem by Alexiander Marilatto
The soldiers of death line up,
They fire their arrows.
They fire their hate.
Bombs of fate explode nearby.
Soldiers turn around stab a guy in the back.
You never thought an old man would think of somethign so destructive.
A sound of a heartbeat pounding away.
Gettign cold, dying fast.
Just a war of betrayal.
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